If The Octonauts were Mean Girls (COMPLETED)

I know your secret...

Peso was at the mall, eager to share with Tweak and Kwazii his discoveries about The Plastics' Burn Book. He approached the makeup counter where Tweak was working.

"They have a what?" Tweak gasped in shock.

"It's a Burn Book where they write gossip about our schoolmates," Peso clarified.

Tweak, visibly anxious, pressed on. "Is there anything about me in it?"

Peso paused, his face clouded with worry. He was aware that Tweak was mentioned in the book, but he wanted to spare her any additional stress. Just then, Kwazii joined them, intrigued by the unfolding drama.

"No..." Peso uttered unconvincingly, attempting to conceal his discomfort.

Tweak's anger was palpable as she spoke through gritted teeth. "Those treacherous sharks!" She was seething with indignation. "We have to get our hands on that book!"

"What? No!" Peso exclaimed, his hesitation as clear as a bell.

"Peso, buddy, we're begging here!" Tweak implored, her voice dripping with desperation. "That Burn Book is our golden ticket to unmasking Dashi, the queen of double-crossing."

"Got to side with Tweak on this one," Kwazii interjected, his face all business. "That book's gotta be in our flippers, mate."

"I'm not convinced this is the brightest idea," Peso mumbled, worry creasing his brow.

Tweak massaged her temples, casting a glance at Peso, who was still rocking his signature pink ensemble.

"Listen up," Tweak began, her irritation morphing into resolve. "Evil's a tricky beast. Some parade their wickedness and those who cloak it in sheep's clothing. Dashi's sporting wool and it's high time we shear it off."

...

Peso's mind was a whirlwind, trying to piece together Tweak's grudge against Dashi. In his eyes, Dashi was hardly villainous, and he had this nagging suspicion that Tweak might just be a tad dramatic. As Peso was about to hit the hay, his ringtone shattered the silence. Glancing at the caller ID flashing 'Dashi', he hesitated but ultimately answered.

"Hey there, Dashi," Peso called out cheerily.

"I know your secret!" Dashi declared with a hint of mystery.

Panic surged through Peso like a rogue wave. How on earth did she uncover his secret? Had Shellington blabbed about his not-so-secret crush on Selva?

"Which secret might that be?" Peso uttered, his voice a shaky whisper.

"Shellington let slip that you've got the hots for Selva, my former bestie," Dashi spilled the beans.

"Ah... well... You see, Dashi," Peso fumbled, "It's not exactly as it seems, I assure you-"

"Don't sweat it, I'm not fuming. Just keep your chats with Selva to a minimum, okay? She's a plant-whispering Benedict Arnold. Doesn't that grind your gears, Peso?" Dashi probed.

"Grind my gears?" Peso echoed, baffled. "Why would I be grinding gears?"

"Seriously?" Dashi pressed on. "Shellington sharing your secret with me, then bragging about it—that's pretty shady of him, right?"

Mulling over her point, Peso had to admit, that Shellington's move was a bit underhanded.

"True, that was rather shady," Peso conceded.

"You really think I'm shady?" Shellington's voice, laced with astonishment, burst into the conversation.

In a flash, Peso realized Dashi had sneakily looped Shellington into a three-way call.

"Just proving a point, Shelly," Dashi quipped. "Catch you both on the flip side."

With the call over, Peso was left to ponder the intricate dance of teenage friendships, far more complex than any sea shanty he'd ever heard.