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chapter twenty-four: when shit hits the fan
[a/n]: one chapter closer to the end! this chapter's name is deeply indicative of what's to come, so if you read the title and it scared you, you are completely correct. enjoy!
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✶˚⋆°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･━━━ "HALEY'S BEEN ACTING A BIT ODD lately, don't you think?" Lisbeth asks as she hops into her designated spot in Heather's car, Olive following suit behind her. Haley is lagging behind inside the building, so they've settled for waiting for her in the vehicle.
"What, did she come up to you and spew a bunch of encyclopedia facts as a greeting?" Olive chuckles. "Because, if so, it's definitely not out of the ordinary." Olive pulls a metallic flask out of her backpack and takes a swig from it.
"Olive, are you drinking? At 3:15 in the afternoon?" Heather chastises her, peeking at her friend in the rearview mirror and shaking her head.
"This," Olive says, holding up her flask proudly, "is the finest whiskey, snatched straight from the faraway land of my parents' cabinet. It's not bad for you if it's fancy, it's in the alcoholic's handbook."
"That is most definitely not how that works," Lisbeth counters. "And back to Haley, it's the exact opposite. In fact, she's barely been talking at all."
"Oh." Olive sobers up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and adjusting her position in her seat, a concerned expression overtaking her previously whimsical face. "That is pretty odd."
"No, I've definitely noticed it," Heather adds. "You know, I think it all started when Mr. Maren called her to stay after in his class. That, or the entire debacle with Rodrick. Maybe they're both to blame." Heather swipes at the corner of her mouth to perfect her lip gloss.
"Anyway, she's been blowing us off a bunch. Remember when we asked her to go get coffee with us before school and she said no?" Lisbeth complained. "Love the girl, but we've got to get to the bottom of this."
"To the bottom of what, though? She said no to coffee. Maybe she was tired. It was 5:00 in the morning," Olive argued.
"Yes, but you don't get it, Olive, it was the way with which she said it."
"Which was...?"
"Whatever, weren't you just agreeing with me just now that the way she was acting was odd? Here." Lisbeth sighs in exasperation, flipping her phone open and pulling up a conversation from a couple of days ago.
conversation with lizard 🦎, feather 🪶, hailstorm 🌪, ollie pop 🍭
feather 🪶
heyy everyonee 🤞
lizard 🦎
it's 5 in the morning why r u up
i thought you "needed to get ur beauty sleep" and that's why you hung up on us last night
#traitor
feather 🪶
i sleep early and wake up early
it's the routine of champions
lizard 🦎
right.
and ur homework is the sacrifice?
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𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐆 ✷ rodrick heffley (✓)
Fanfiction❛ but she doesn't know who i am, and she doesn't give a damn about me ❜ ━━ RODRICK HEFFLEY X OC ━━ ENEMIES TO LOVERS/FAKE DATING ━━ i do not own the diary of a wimpy kid series
