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TEETH, chapter one the way it starts.
"THAT RAVING LUNATIC." Ivy gasped out loud as she stared down at the phone in front of her face. Her eyebrows creased with frustration and a fire burned its way through her chest with one look at the picture displayed. It showed her at Yasmine's beach party the weekend prior, dark eye makeup smudged underneath her eyes with a red solo cup in hand as she stood uncomfortably close in proximity to Kyler Park, a hand on his chest. Bold red letters flashed across the screen, "VAMPIRE STRIKES!! HIDE YOUR MAN."
"Oh, I'm gonna fucking kill her."
Mickey Duval stood up fast as lightning at his (friend?)'s words, a joint hanging from his lips. With hands outstretched in front of him, he stepped in between Ivy and the door to the bathroom. "Woah, easy, girl. Let's go about this logically, you know, maybe we should think about trying to keep your reputation out of the dirt instead of stomping all over it?"
"Logically?" Ivy scoffed and crossed her arms in disapproval. "Mickey, she's accusing me of moving in on Kyler, I can't think of anything more psychologically detrimental than that. We're smoking weed in an old school bathroom filled with asbestos and spiders, you really think my reputation is crucial to me right now?"
"Spiders? Where?" Mickey jumped in fear, looking all around him and brushing off his clothes in a panic. This gave Ivy an opportunity to grab her backpack off the floor and push open the bathroom door. She marched all the way down the hallway to where she knew Yasmine and her clique would be during lunch, the cafeteria.
Ivy always did her best to avoid the cafeteria. It was just one big cesspool of degenerate teenagers coming together to make fun of kids and talk behind their backs like it was free rein. And as it seemed, Ivy was a common name behind Yasmine's annoyingly perfect teeth. She wasn't sure why, but one could only assume it was due to her reasonably recent falling out with Amira Rahim, a popular girl, and Moon Cunningham's best friend. Stories that are passed around always spoil and blur with time and ignorance.
The lunch table consisted of Yasmine, Samantha LaRusso, Moon, and Amira, and all their heads turned toward her as she walked up to the table, each with a different facial expression mirroring their feelings. Ivy dragged her backpack off the floor and dropped it on the table, scattering Yasmine's makeup products all over the table and the floor, which earned her a fierce glare.
"How terrible is your life that you have to make everybody else's just as miserable? I mean come on, it must be so boring, you always have to slither your way in and include yourself in other people's business." Ivy spat, trying to shield her anger from the rest of the lunchroom, she'd hate to create an uproar when she's already so wound up.
"Next time don't touch what isn't yours, you slutbag. You're a nobody, stop trying to be interesting, even high school drama couldn't save a weird bitch like you." Yasmine smirked like a true mean girl, while Moon and Sam shared a look filled with hesitance and discomfort.
