Ceasefire of Hostility (a.c)

BARBIE OF SHERMER HIGH

"Wake up!" Principal Vernon yells, immediately waking the blonde up. Barbie had her head nestled into her crossed arms, her pink hat now discarded and stuffed into her bag. She hears him sigh, looking at Allison and her slumped body. "Who has to go to the lavatory?"

Barbie raises her bony hand, assuming at least one other person did. She gets up reluctantly, following Vernon to the bathroom. She walks beside Allison the entire time, making weird faces at each other and cracking somewhat morbid jokes. The basket case had opened up, which made the substitute happy. Maybe she'd go home with a real friend. Barbie did, though, see Claire roll her eyes at them as they entered the bathroom from the mirror. She scoffed, closing and locking the stall door.

"What's your problem?" the redhead asked, leaving the stall and washing her hands. She looks at Barbie at the next sink over, giving her a judgmental once over.

"Excuse me?" the blonde retorts, turning the faucet off. She grabs a paper towel from the dispenser aggressively, shooting Claire a pointed look.

"You heard me. What's your problem?"

Barbie scoffed, annoyance laced on her face. She did not want to have this conversation, especially in the bathroom during detention. "As if you didn't know what you were doing when you stopped being friends with me. You wanted to go out with your friends, but they weren't available, so you turned to me- like you and your friends always do."

"That's not true!"

"Well, that's what happened!"

"Ugh, you don't even think to consider my side of the story."

"That your friends could finally go shopping with you?"

"That they all think you were using me for my money! And I agree, quite frankly."

"Please," Barbie laughed. That was the funniest thing she had heard all day- and she had front row access to what would be the world's worst comedy show that day. "I paid for all my own shit. Hell, I even drove you! I begged my mother to take her car so I could drive us, Claire."

Claire paused to think, guilt rushing to her face. Barbie nodded as she came to the revelation- a month and a half too late. "They were wrong."

"You got that right," the blonde scoffed, turning to the brunette. She noticed her friend's furrowed brow but could only muster a sigh. "Come on, Allison. We have more important things to do."

Claire watches the two walk out of the bathroom, trailing behind. Barbie can barely make out what she's telling Andrew, but she knows she heard the words 'I feel horrible.' Barbie shakes her head, knowing that if she did feel horrible, then she would have realized it sooner.

Bender tears pages out of a book, throwing them around the room from his seat on the railing. Barbie had moved seats, now sitting next to Allison. They had been looking at a picture book, open to a page with a snowy cabin. The substitute laughed as she shook her dandruff onto the page, she found the gothic girl charming. They had bonded a bit since the start of detention, rather happy in their own little worlds.

"That's real intelligent," Sporto guffaws, making Barbie look up from the page. She furrowed her brows, eyes darting between him and the criminal.

"You're right, it's wrong to destroy literature." Bender tears another page out. "It's such fun to read! And Molet really pumps my nads!"

"It's Mol-yare," Claire corrects. Barbie groans, looking back to Allison and her 'snowy' cabin. She was now drawing shapes in her dandruff with her finger, making the blonde smile. She had felt more accepted in the two and a half hours she had spent with Allison than all of the time she spent with Claire at the mall- plus some extra. It felt nice, to have a judgment-free person in her life.