Backstage. (Mirstie)

October 10, 2016

Sorry I've been gone! I went on a trip to BC with my friend.
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Kirstin's POV
"You know the plan right?" I whisper into my phone.

"Well you did tell it to me five thousand times so I think I've got it," Mitch said sassily through the phone. I chuckled.

"Okie dokie. But just because you said that, if you mess this up I will know that you actually didn't know the plan," Mitch over-exaggeratedly huffed.

"Yeah yeah yeah. Love you baby, see you in ten," I smiled.

"Love you too," I said before I hung up and stuffed my phone in my pocket. I then started packing my bag not noticing my dad's footsteps behind me.

"Who was that?" He asks curiously. I shrug.

"It was just Mitch," my dad sighs.

"It's always Mitch," he mumbles before striding over to the kitchen. What the hell is that supposed to mean? I think as I stuff the last book into my bag. I then grab my keys.

"I'll drive myself to school dad," I yell, my voice bouncing around the room.

"Okay sweetie! See you after school!" I smile and walk to the garage.

Catt busters
Chanel_no5: Kirst do u have the supplies

Kweenkirst12: Aviously

MXGrassi: obviously*

Kweenkirst: it's aviously always

Chanel_no5: yeah Mitch!

MXGrassi: I'm feeling personally attacked rn but see y'all at school

Chanel_no5: I luv you munchie... Platonically of course;)

Kweenkirst12: he's mine Chanel!

I couldn't stop laughing at the conversation but I had to drive. There's no way I'm letting Catt McLean get away with anymore tricks.

Think of what I'm going with this way: people are at a party and there is a piñata. Everyone hits the piñata because it breaks easily. A weak girl is like a piñata. But if you have to hit a ceramic bowl instead of a piñata, it's not fun to hit and it could hurt you if it breaks, think of Catt as the hitter and me, Chanel, and now Mitch, as the ceramic bowl. Once Catt hits, we'll be ready to hurt her. (A/N statement creds to my friends brother for coming up with that master piece☺️).

As I reached the school, I began to get a huge overdose of excitement. I just couldn't wait for this to go down. As I walk into the school, I spot Chanel. She runs up to me and immediately reached into my bag. She takes out the notes.

"Come on," I follow her down the hall and- oh wait. You want to know what the notes say? Okay sounds good. I'll give you a few examples. She writes them like letters which is for some reason so not Catt like.

Dear me (AKA Catt McLean)
Okay of all people, how could I end up liking Tyler? I mean, everyone is telling me that he is gay and he definitely sounds like it... But he is kind of cute. Ugh why him tho? I mean he's a nerd and basically at the bottom of the Winston High Hierarchy! Whatever, I'll get over it.

Dear Catt McLean,
I can't believe I kissed Mr Osbourne. He's like 10 years older than me! I can't believe someone would force themselves onto me like that! I mean I did think he was hot but I didn't like him like that. He said never to tell, but I'm only going to tell this letter and Chanel. I know I can trust her.