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Thirty | Red Sea

SOTC: LEMONADE by YUNGBLUD (ft. Denzel Curry)

Ten Months Ago

"ZOE FUCKING BANADAX!"

I watched Zoe spin so fast she almost broke her neck upon my shout as I stormed through the hall, everyone in the hallways legs going paralyzed as they shut up about the new Chadwick Instagram accounts for the trillionth time.

Until I reached the devil herself feet away.

"Hey, girlipop!" she cheered, a sick facade of innocence dripping through every syllable.

"Shut up or admit you made a hate account about me, because you clearly can't do one of those things!"

Silence.

"Oh yeah, that!" Her shoulders shrugged cutely as she giggled, "Whoopsies, I spaced."

I shoved my phone at her face. "Steph, Pia, and I supported you through everything but then based off of a bullshit assumption that you blackmailed me specifically?!"

Gasps erupted faster than Mount Vesuvius upon my words.

I spun around, meeting the eyes of my shocked spectators. "You heard me right, your traumatized baby fawn cult leader Zoe Banadax blackmailed me! She used crying photos she's posted on our group Snapchat story two weeks ago, which she asked me to snapshot cause she claimed she looked cute in them! Then she uses it to make a bunch of lies about me that I can prove are false if anyone gives a fuck. So how about that, everyone?"

The gasps from everyone turned to hoarse until Zoe announced it.

"Ok yeah, everyone, she's literally telling the truth!" She threw her hands up and smacked them on the side, shrugging. "I literally used photos of myself after I put my eye drops in and then wrote posts about Clara Stratton, some of them slightly untrue. I even lied about my bae a bit, so yeah."

It was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Wait... what?

"Hold up," I snorted, eyes wider than the psycho I thought she was. "Did you seriously just admit to that?"

Zoe plagued a vomit-inducing smile across her face as she goes:

"It's less worse than getting played for a month."

Now I was confused as I scoffed, "What?"

"Did you actually think you could become part of my clique because you did a little roast? That's the problem with people at this school. They do spontaneous shit and think they deserve to be in my group."

"What?" I just repeated in a strangled breath.

"So you know, I have to show everyone. Show everyone at this school my parents grossly love that my group isn't a charity case. So when an actual badass bitch gets in it, they're taken seriously." She witch cackled as she gestured to me and finished:

"So why not do it on a test dummy this school is better without: a girl who couldn't tell a pisshole from a clitoris?"

Silence took over the hallway once again as I froze. No twitch could stop my face from free-falling. Blood coarsed through my veins, inducing a throbbing sensation in every cortex of my brain. My heart fell into my ribcage, clenching into ashes.

"Well everyone, am I not a genius?" Zoe smirked, squinting her eyes at my external transformation.

No words sliced the air in the hallway— until some did.

"You wrote I groped my girlfriend during class, you bitch!" a country boy suddenly shouted. "YOU WROTE—"

"Woah, woah dude!" His friend said, pressing his hand on the boy's chest before he launched forward. "What are you talking about?"