The Virginia Threat

8. New Friends

Surprise update!!!

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Stephanie's POV

My stiletto's click against the tile flooring as I take a seat beside the blonde from earlier. Due to me being late, there are only twenty minutes left of this class period. This soothes my nerves a little, but not enough.

"Oh my gosh, I love your shoes!" Ivory gasps out the moment that I sit down.

Damn, can this girl let me breathe for a moment?!

I've met mosquitoes less eager than her.

"Chanel," I say the name of the designer shoe brand that I am wearing. "Fall, two thousand and eight." I respond, retrieving my laptop from my large purse.

I place my purse on my exposed thighs, crossing one of them over the other. It is freezing in this classroom yet it only takes me one quick glance around the classroom to realize that I am the only person actively shivering. Attempting to ignore the broken thermostat, I place my laptop on top of the shared desk and press the power button.

"No way! Is that the newest model?!" She squeals out, referring to my laptop.

I scoff, "No shit." My fingers fly across my keyboard as I navigate towards my emails.

I presume that the blonde finally catches onto my distaste towards her judging by the heavy sigh that falls from her lips. I continue to ignore her, responding to emails from people back in California.

"Look, I know that we didn't start off on the best of terms," She states the obvious. "But I really think that we could be friends."

I laugh humorlessly at her delusions, "I already have friends." My eyes briefly break away from my computer screen to run over the girl's fake designer clothing. "And believe me, you don't make the cut." I spit venomously before focusing back on my computer.

"Really? And where are these supposed friends—Back in California I presume?" She says almost mockingly.

I turn in her direction, narrowing my eyes at the smirking blonde.

"Wow! You're a modern day Nancy Drew aren't you?" I sass sarcastically.

"Miss Moore, Miss Swanson!" The teacher yells. "Would you mind if I did my job?!"

I roll my eyes at the grumpy man. If I could just shove a Xanax down his throat, I swear that he wouldn't be such a pain in the ass.

Ivanna waits until Mr. Brunner resumes his lesson to say, "You're new and you clearly haven't made any friends yet." I cross my arms in front of my chest, deciding to finally hear her out. "All I'm offering you is a mutual partnership and popularity in exchange for getting to call you my friend whenever people ask."

I raise an eyebrow at the ambitious girl, "And what exactly does this 'friendship' entail?" I question.

The blonde relaxes back into her seat at my question. I do not miss the small smirk that makes its way onto her face.

"We hang out with one another." She simply replies. "You know, at school, the mall, my house." She lists off.

I take a moment to think over her offer.

Is it the best idea? Not by a long shot—However, it would make my stay here a little easier.

Everyone else here seems like they did not even try to put some effort into their appearance. Ida, while wearing clothes from last century, at least looks like she tried to put an ounce of effort into styling herself. Plus, if I befriend her then I will not have to deal with the whole making friends dilemma. This 'friendship' is purely a transactional one. There will be no real feeling involved in it. So, what do I have to lose?