Queen Bitch & The Bad Boy

36*Dark Night § Bright Star

The song above is so relatable to the chapter and that is the reason why I chose it. #Throwbacks

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My Queen was crying. I can tell the moment she set foot into the school the next day. Quinn was crying too, both of their eyes blotchy and red, dry tear stains on their cheek. Paris meets my eyes but there's no flash of recognition within them. It is just plain blue, tired and glassy. She wears a simply dress and trainers, her hair roughly into a bun and makeup simple and not flashy. Quinn murmurs lowly to her, her eyes still not leaving mine. Paris shakes her head sorrowfully and looks down while Quinn just gives me a sad smile when she sees me looking.

Paris walks past me, her arm brushing past mine but I can feel the sparks and when she flinches, I know she felt them too. However, she chooses to ignore them and carries on walking down the hallway, everyone moving out of her way while she walks down, a true Queen. However when Sara shouts out 'whore' Paris flinches, freezing in her spot, and everyone waits to see what she'll do next, the hallway quiet and eerily silent.

She slowly lifts her head up, Quinn nor Blake makes their way to her and only watches the scene, a ghost of a smile covering their lips. They know she's going to flip and break out of this shell of hers. However, Paris catches Sara's gaze, her body rigid, a smirk crosses Paris's lips but she stays standing still like a statue. The Paris speaks, her voice clear and firm, a deadly threat laced in her tone, leaving no room for arguments.

"Sara Alice, I declare you an outcast," A scatter of gasps echoes across the hallway. "You shall no longer be a cheerleader, you shall have no one talking to you, anyone touching you or seen communicating with you is an immediate outcast. And even the moment you step foot out of the high school, your life will still be hell because that all you ever made mine feel like."

Sara stands there, mouth gaping, tears forming but what's done is done. These were the consequences of her action. She tried to stand up to the Queen but the Queen can knock her down. In an instant, Paris removes her smirk and lowers her head, carrying on walking down the hallway in a sorrowfully way. Everyone watches her in silent, afraid to anger her but she is not anger nor annoyed, she simply is heartbroken and shattered.

Quinn and Blake pounce into action, quickly making their way to Paris, worry and anxiety covering their face. Everyone watches them run after her then look at the rest of her friends but everyone besides me has their head bowing down in a sorrow way. Travis, Leo, Rose, all have their head bowed down and now I understand why. I understand everything that's going on.

Everything. It makes sense now. Travis did tell me a few days back and I can't believe I forgot it. Everyone besides her friends look at me, aware of what I'll do next. So as Travis, Leo and Rose make their way to stand behind me in a line. We walk down the hallway, our path empty as everyone else walks their way to the side. My friends keep their head down but I keep mine up, walking sadly down the hall, my friends following me.

And as we near the front doors, I bow my head down, everyone else in the foyer following after me. We bow our head down and mourn silently, praying that our Queen will be okay today.

Because today is the day Phoenix died.

The plan is in action. I understand why Travis wants me to do it today. It's to give Paris a happy reason to celebrate today. It all falls into it's place.

Now all I got to do is wait. I need to wait for my Queen.

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