my v is for vendetta

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vendetta

bro i'm gonna fucking kms
i missed the fucking bus by three
fucking seconds
you're fucking kidding

LMFAO
i'll pick you up

nuh uh your sister was throwing up

i showered this morning
and i feel fine
mom took my temperature
it's normal

okay pick me up then

holy fuck i see you

STOP TEXTING AND DRIVING
THATS YOUR CAR!?!!?!!?!??
THE SEXY ONE!?!?!?!!

yup
she's all mine

yummy

get in loser

i'm coming jesus christ

you're what now🤨

stfu

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vendetta opened the passenger door and sat down in the seat. she kept her eyes on billies side profile. "take a picture it'll last longer." billie said. "huh?" vendetta furrowed her brows. "i can feel you starring." billie rasped, turning her head to look at vendetta for a split second. "sorry..." vendetta mumbled, her head dropping to look at her lap. "no, it's okay, i don't mind." billie purred. billie let out a gasp and quickly skipped the song that started playing. "what did you just skip?" vendetta asked.

"uh, my chem?" billie lied. "yeah right!" vendetta scoffed, grabbing billies phone and going back to the previous one. "justin bieber, really?" she laughed. "stop!" vendetta whined. "no one would ever skip my chem in embarrassment."

"shut up i panicked!" billie huffed. she pulled into the school parking lot and and let out a sigh in relief when she saw an open spot. she parked her car and grabbed her backpack from the backseat. she got out of her car and locked it. "um, if someone calls me a slut or something along the lines of that ignore them." she said. "why would they call you a-"

"can we not talk about it?"

"oh, yeah, of course!" vendetta smiled. "thank you." billie breathed. "billie, youre a slut." someone chuckled. billie let out a sigh. "yo, new kid, why are you hanging out with her?" someone asked. "because shes nice." vendetta said. "but she's a slut." the person uttered. "slut or not, shes nice to me." vendetta growled. billie grabbed vendetta's hand a tugged her away. "i told you to-" billie was but off by vendetta. "i'm not gonna let them call you shit." vendetta said.

"you could literally fuck the whole school and i wouldn't care." she shrugged. "really?" billie asked. "yeah!" vendetta grinned. "billie!" drew exclaimed. "drew!" billie squealed, pulling her best friend into a hug. "oh, right, uh, drew this is vendetta, vendetta this is drew!" she hummed. "wow, um, you're really fucking pretty." drew mumbled flusteredly. "thank you!" vendetta grinned. "so are you!" she smiled. "lillian might move me to a different history class." billie said, taking drew's hand in her own. "who's lillian?"

"her mom and the principal." billie said, pointing towards drew. "mrs damen to you." drew pointed a finger. "yeah, yeah, you're married or whatever." vendetta joked. "surprisingly bil's straight." drew laughed. "do i really look that gay?" billie whined. "yes!" drew and vendetta said in unison, causing the group to burst out laughing. "this is me." vendetta said, stopping in front of a classroom door. "see you at lunch!" billie smiled. "yeah!" vendetta grinned.

"she's so cute!" drew gushed. "i know!" billie beamed. "there's this boy..." she dragged out, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "spill!" drew squealed. "his name is matthew and we were partnered up for a science project!" billie blushed. "ooo, billie has a crush!" drew sang. "shut up!" billie whined, covering her face. they entered their math class and took some seats next to each other. billie pulled her phone out of her pocket, laying it on her desk.
her phone lit up, displaying a text.

matthew
'wya'

"he texted me!" billie whisper yelled. "answer him, doofus!" drew smacked billie's arm. billie picked up her phone and unlocked it. she clicked on the notification.

matthew

wya

math

oh where's that

classroom number 163
(a/n: idk man. i don't go to school let
alone an american high school)

meet me in the gay bathroom

the gender neutral bathroom?

same thing

why

cuz i wanna talk to you

okay
i'm omw

better be

'who the hell does he think he is? 'better be'? what the fuck?' drew thought. billie put her hand up. "billie?" the teacher, miss jones, called. "um, can i please go to the bathroom?" billie asked, opening drew's contact—just in case—shoving her phone in her pocket. "since you asked so nicely," miss jones smiled. "get the pass on your way out!" she reminded. "thank you, miss." billie smiled, taking the bathroom pass. she exited the classroom and wandered over to the bathrooms. "hey!" matthew called out as he walked up to billie. "hi..." billie said shyly. "c'mon," he said, opening the bathroom door.

"so we don't get caught." he elaborated, seeing the confused look on billie's face. "oh." she mumbled, following him inside. matthew locked the door and turned to billie. "i think you're cute," he smirked. "lemme take you out on a date." he rasped, bringing his hands up to billie's face. "...can i think about it?" billie asked hesitantly. "why think?" matthew asked, his eyes darkening. "i wanna get to know you better before going on a date with you." billie said.

"i barely know anything about you." she sighed. matthew leaned closer to billie, their lips inches apart. one of his hands slid down billie's body, brushing over her bulbous chest and down her waist to her ass. billie shuffled uncomfortably, panic filling her body. she was so, so, so scared he was gonna turn her around and pull her pants down. her breathing quickened and tears started to pool in her eyes. "please stop." she squeaked out, causing matthew to tighten his grip on billie's body. billie's hand quickly worked in her pocket texting drew a very misspelled version of 'please help'.

drew picked up her phone looking at billie's message to her.

blue
'plwsse hrlo'

her hand shot up and she quickly asked to go to the bathroom. thankfully, she knew exactly where billie was. "thank you, miss jones." she smiled, leaving the classroom. she rushed over to the gender neutral/disabled bathroom and banged on the door. "drew!" billie cried from the inside. matthew angrily unlocked the door, letting billie out. "oh, baby girl." drew cooed, wrapping her arms around billie. "i didn't even do anything!" he growled. "i told you t-to sto-o-p!" billie sobbed. drew glared at him angrily and shook her head.

she took billie back to the classroom, leaving her outside. she put the bathroom passes back, uttering a lie of an excuse as to why they were leaving. she grabbed both of their bags and walked back out, closing the classroom door with her foot. she handed billie her backpack as she shouldered her own. "office or library?" she asked softly, grabbing billie's hand. "u-um, library." billie hiccuped. "okay, baby." drew purred.