How To Fuck Up a Cliche Story

Chapter !!

A/N: Sorry this chapter is super short. It literally was gonna be like 100 wattpad pages if I crammed it all into one chapter, but I didn't. I plan to update again on Wednesday, but if that doesn't happen then oh well. :] I'm trying. Also, probably super unedited and super choppy.

"I can't believe he said yes!" Rachel said for the literal hundredth time in the past five minutes. Winter and Whitney made eye contact as if they both either wanted to kill themselves or Rachel. But of course Rachel didn't notice, not that she normally would, but she was especially ditzy because of the whole homecoming thing, which was today by the way.

Rachel was practically skipping in the halls and Winter and Whitney were having none of it. They basically looked like two really emo lesbian moms looking after their five year old kid who ate a whole bag of cocaine.

As they trailed behind Rachel, Whitney turned towards Winter. "Hey, I heard that Sarah dropped you home." Whitney saw the look on Winter's face. "I was deemed the school gossip. Everybody tells me everything. I literally do not care about their pathetic lives. Anyway, why?"

Winter rolled her eyes in annoyance. "She wanted to threaten me about Ryder Cole. Geez, it's not my fault your boyfriend broke up with you. Maybe if you didn't have a shitty attitude then maybe your boyfriend wouldn't have broken up with you."

Whitney smiled. "I like you. We should be better friends. And disregard that nonsense. It's just a typical queen bee trying to be a Regina George. The worse thing she is gonna do is put spoilt milk in your locker. She won't even trash it or spill it all over the place. She will just put a carton of milk in your locker."

"That's still kinda gross, but it is on the weaker side." Winter agreed.

"Plus, whatever she does do to you, Ryder Cole would automatically sympathize with you." Whitney added.

"What? Why?"

Whitney looked at her weirdly. "Seriously? Have you never watched or read a single cliche movie or novel in your life? That's literally what happens all the time in them. You're supposed to be the somewhat nerdy girl who steals the queen bitch/head cheerleader's boyfriend because you have no respect of relationships. But don't worry, everyone is on your side even though they bullied you since kindergarten. Anyways, you end up marrying the dude and you have five devils who scream all the time, or as other people call them, babies. And in the sequel the same thing happens to your child."

Winter looked at her skeptically. "Yeah... no. I think I ruined that. I said no to all of Ryder Cole's advances and said no to homecoming. And I'm not getting married or having children, ever, so nice try cliche story."

Whitney laughed and shook her head. "That's not how the magic of cliches work. Because you denied one, another one will pop up." Whitney analyzed her. "Do you have any siblings?"

"Not that I know of." Winter replied. "Test tube baby!"

"So it's not my brother's best friend one." Whitney pondered. "So the other options are a nerd boy, but you're not that popular so I'm gonna cross that one out."

"Ouch." Winter mumbled. "Right in the feels." She suddenly heard a loud crash. Rachel had just accidentally skipped into a row of lockers and was now laying on the floor. Winter looked over at Whitney.

"She's fine." Whitney glanced over at Rachel again. "...probably. Anyways, Hollis is basically your best friend right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Does he have an older brother?"

"I think he has three brothers. One lives in Oregon and the other one is in grad school in Washington D. C. Also, there is one in like 8th grade." Winter responded.