New Competition (Stan x OC)

Chapter 15

  "Wait, wait, wait." Kenny said, leaning against the cafeteria doors, "so you didn't get it on with my girlfriend?"

  As discrete as he was trying to be, I could hear him from my table. I turned my head to face the four boys who were lost in their conversation.

  "If I did, I was too drunk to remember," Stan shurgged, to which Kenny punched his shoulder laughing. Thats what I don't get about guys. They can be best friends right after fighting. Girls can't do that; I know I can't.

  "So, how's the new boyfriend?" Nichole asked me, wiggling her eyebrows.

  I laughed and pushed her away from me. "Gross, no. Besides, I didn't get to see him over the weekend. I had to deal with Stan-"

  "Stan?!" Red gasped, "is that why Wendy is so mad? Oh my gosh, did you and Stan, like, do it?"

  "Red, I will smack you," I glared at her, "we didn't do anything. Wendy overreacted-"

  "So it is your fault!" Red interrupted.

  "Being on Wendy's bad side is never a good thing, Giselle." Nichole added.

  "It isn't my fault. She saw us talking and thought Stan was cheating. Stan broke up with her-"

  "Stan broke up with her?!" Red yelled a little too loudly. "Giselle, Stan has never broken up with Wendy. It's always Wendy breaking up with Stan. If Stan broke up with Wendy-" Red gasped, "-Wendy is going to kill you. She's going to kill all of us!"

  "Red, would you shut up?!" Lola interuppted, "Giselle looks like she's about to kill herself. So just keep it to yourself!"

  "I'm not scared of Wendy, guys!" I whined. When I said that, everyone froze and looked at me. No, not at me. Behind me.

  "She's behind me, isn't she?" I asked. The girls shook their heads.

  "Not exactly..." Annie muttered, staring down at her lunch tray.

  I sighed and turned around to see Bebe behind me with her arms crossed. She looked uncomfortable, but mad nonetheless.

  "Wendy wants to see you outside," Bebe told me, "Don't leave her waiting," Bebe then turned and sprinted out the cafeteria.

  I sighed before waving a goodbye to the girls and getting up. I walked past the girls table, where everyone but Wendy and Bebe were there, glaring at me. I walked past the boys table, where Kenny wolf-whistled at me and Kyle waved at me. Then I walked out the cafeteria doors and made my way outside the school.

  "You think you're real tough, dontcha Giselle?" Wendy's voice said behind me. I turned to face her but she pulled some cliche movie shit where she fled to behind a pillar and then tried to run behind me like a ninja.

  "Trying to steal Wendy's boyfriend, huh?" Bebe cut in, "if you even touch my Clyde, you're soooo dead. Got it?"

  "You only date Clyde for shoes, Bebe. And I don't want him anyway," I rolled my eyes.

  "But you want Stan!"

  "Wendy, stop this already!" I screamed, "You did this to yourself. You were too jealous, so he broke it off. Now you're mad at me when I did nothing, and you're  lying to your friend who's stupid enough to stand by your every word. Get it through your head already; you did this to yourself!"

  "You're a fucking liar!" Wendy stomped over to me and grabbed my jacket collar. "You were trying to steal my boyfriend! I won't let you!"

  "First of all, get your crusty ass fingers off of me!" I pushed her away, making her stumble backwards, "second, I don't have to listen to you complaining about how much you messed up! Take the fucking blame Wendy."

  "Fuck you, Giselle! You're such a slut!" Wendy hissed.

  "And your boobs are so freaking small, loser." Bebe laughed. I looked at her for a second, then decided not to even try with her. I'm not going to fight someone who thinks cup size defines your importance.

  "Whatever, I'm leaving," I rolled my eyes and went back to the cafeteria.

  "Fine!" Wendy yelled before I left, "but it's on, Giselle. It's fucking on!"