Diary of a Nicely Nice Half-Bitch #1: Leann

Chapter 4

While I am more than relieved that the counselor somehow cheered me up, I am still worried about the consequences of being involved in a fight with Tyne, Lisa and Kayla. I know I should ignore them once for all, yet I can't do it properly. In fact, they are constantly glaring at me. Well, at least Tyne and Lisa. Kayla doesn't look that convinced. She looks more like she is daydreaming instead.

"Are you still thinking of Murchison?" Lisa is taunting her. McAllister is becoming suspicious.

"Yes, but it's not as you think," lies Kayla. "I am a bit upset over my mark. I want to improve!"

"Don't lie to us, Kayla," replies Tyne very sternly. "We all know you couldn't care less about Maths."

I am fed up with their chit-chat. Or, again, at least Tyne and Lisa's. Why isn't Kayla behaving like them? Is she really crushing on Murchison? Or is her bitchy attitude just a façade?

The counselor restarts talking. "So, you're desperate to improve, aren't you?"

Kayla nods. Tyne, on the other hand, glares at him. She couldn't care less about her grades. She doesn't give a fuck about school. Lisa, on the other hand, looks confused. She doesn't know what to say, with her friends each having different thoughts.

"Ehm... I asked you a question..."

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Brasfield..." mutters Kayla. "We all do. I, in particular, want to improve. There is this test for Miss Cuthrell's class. And, then, Mrs. Hollingsworth gave us an assignment. And, then, there are auditions for the Drama Club, with-"

Tyne cuts her off. "Why should we need to audition? We are perfect. Mr. Emmens is definitely going to give us the part!"

"Bad news for you, Miss Ainsworth. Mr. Emmens is going to retire. A new teacher is coming," announces McAllister.

"Noooooooo!" Tyne's voice echoes through the entire building.

"Who's gonna replace him?" I ask. By the time the answer is about to come, the bell rings. "Oh, there is Drama class. Maybe we'll meet the new teacher."

"Ok. You can go," decides the counselor, who dismisses us. "Oh, Leann. Come here after Drama class. I need to tell you another thing."

"Ok." Without any hesitations, I leave the room, and take quite a long time to notice the bitches have already left.

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Later. Drama class.

"Brittany Villaverde?"

The auditions for the school's play have started and, as predicted, Mr. Emmens isn't attending them. Instead, an eccentric woman called Idella Nienhouse is taking charge of them.

Now, it's Brittany's turn, and, to be honest, I am not very optimistic about her, given she isn't very good at acting or dancing at all. Maybe the new Drama teacher wants to give everyone a chance.

Brittany starts dancing, and, to my surprise, I notice her technique has improved. Last year, she was absolutely hopeless at it. "Is she taking private lessons?" whisper asks Ryan, who, unlike her, has been a good dancer ever since.

"I don't know," I reply. "Maybe we should just ask her."

"Hmm... but she would get suspicious over the fact we don't trust her skills," he points out. I think he's right. I should trust my friends more, especially after talking to Brasfield, because they do care about me more than I would even think.

Next, the teacher calls, in order, Delisa Haunschild, Brandon Moncher, Allyson Samland, Lenka Lunderville and my other friends, Sarah Cahalane and Logan Atterton. It's often said that the latter two have a fling, though I don't believe this possibility is realizable and prefer thinking they're just in very good terms. Moreover, Logan is actually crushing on a catty, bubbly-looking girl named Charlotte Clarke, who, if Tyne, Kayla and Lisa weren't the queen bees, would take herself that role.

Ok. Too many people involved here. I should just swift my focus back on myself. I have to remember what Brasfield told me.

As of auditions, all the people who have been called (and mentioned) before have passed the audition, with the only exception of Allyson. It looks like, "She is as rigid as a fucking pole that is stuck somewhere in the street," as Ryan points out, quoting the teacher.

Brittany and I laugh, then Sarah passes us, until I make a sign for her to come. She obeys, only to complain, "You see, right? Logan is definitely ignoring me. Every time I'm seeing him with Charlotte, and I can't help being... you know..."

"...startled?" I suggest, trying hard to pretend to be in her shoes. What if I fell for a cute boy and, suddenly, Tyne or any of her poisonous vipers claimed the guy was theirs? No, no, no. I must stop thinking of them.

Okay. My turn. I don't know what to do yet for the practical part of the audition, but I also know they'll make a series of questions on whatever, which scares me.

Miss (or Mrs, I have no clue yet of whether she's married or not) Nienhouse asks me to reach the center of the room and pull off some lines out of the blue. Wow. No script to follow. After all, I may like Drama even more than before.

So, I obey and immediately start making up some shit to say in a convincing manner so that I have a chance during these auditions.

"And, well, Amiyah, I guess you think I'm exaggerating, but what's sure is that Charlotte doesn't seem to care about Logan at all. Better say, she's not even paying attention to him. They won't end up as a couple, unless a miracle happens..." Uh-oh. I talked way too much. What I've just said does not look like a line from a stupid script. I've just thrown the truth up, like a chance of forgiveness from Logan and surviving Charlotte's wrath. I'm going to die today. That bitch is going to kill me, and, what's worse, she can rely on support from the majority of the students, including Tyne & Co.

Brittany and Sarah give each other worried looks. They know I wanted to help a friend, but, doing so, I hurt another. Why the fuck do I have to do such atrocious mistakes?

Meanwhile, Charlotte has just taken pictures of me and is sending a lot of hateful tweets saying I'm a whore and don't deserve to belong to this world. I'm screwed. Not only won't Logan talk to me again, but he won't talk to Sarah either. I guess I won't even pass the audition.

The little brat scowls, "Get ready to die, Bentleigh. Consider yourself two metres underground!" That sentence makes me want to actually dig a hole and get buried for the rest of my days, until I hear Kayla - yeah, that Kayla - saying the unexpected.

"Shut up, you little miserable midge! How dare you insult Leann and threaten her with death? Go and hide your awful face under a paper bag, because I don't wanna see it at all!"

However, Charlotte isn't willing to back off at all. She hits both of us with no mercy. I try hard not to lose my senses, but I can't help feeling weak. Whoever tries to help us immediately gets hit, as well, so my friends immediately rush out of the room to call Mr Brasfield or another adult.

As of now, Kayla is lying on the floor, looking unable to move as she's feeling too much pain, whereas I'm more than sure that the contact between me and that witch has caused me to twist something; I really hope that's not the case. Anyway, I'm feeling pain on all my body, which is not a good thing.

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This story now has a trailer! Credits to DG_and_Reid for making it! You can find it on the first chapter!