Ok, yes, boys boarding school, ok... But I'm a girl?

Ok, yes, boys boarding school, ok... But I'm a girl? P2.

"I don't wanna go!" I shrieked, stomping my feet.

Ok, fine so MAYBE, just perhaps I was acting like a spoilt brat. But excuse moi, this berk was sending me to another school. By berk I mean Mr. Rogers and by another school I mean the sucky all boys school he was sending me and Blake to.

"CALM DOWN BIANCA!" He shouted, grabbing my shoulders.

Blake was standing nervously biting her lip, "well.. I don't see how going to this new school is gonna help us, actually I think as my Mama would say, 'su tan insustancial como un perro de guía oculto.' With basically translates to, 'its as pointless as a blind guide dog.' WHICH IT IS!"

"Agreed Blake," I huffed, jerking away from Mr Rogers, "and you know what?" I said turned to face him.

"What?" He asked, his face hard.

"I'm gonna flirt and fuck every boy there, till there so SICK of me, they'll either kill me or send me back here."

Then I turned around and slid into the black SUV that was waiting, I threw my bag into the footwell and waited for Blake.

I heard their mumbled conversations.

"She's not kidding you know," I heard Blake mumble.

"Bianca never kids, does she?"

Nothing else was said, but I could see Blake shaking her head in the reflection of the window. Then they did something that shocked and repulsed me. Mr. Rogers wrapped his arms around Blake and kissed her. On the lips. With tongues. Holyy shit.

And what made it worse, WAS BLAKE WAS KISSING HIM BACK. Her head was tilted upwards and her glossy brown hair fell down her back. Admittedly, they we're one, as Blake would say, 'one spicy couple.' Except she'd say it in spanish... And well, I can't remember what it is right now, something like, un par picante. Yeh thats it. But what the hell, Mr. Rogers was like, 23! And Blake was 17! SIX FREAKING YEARS.

Jeeebs, how long has Blake been keeping this from me? I felt a rush of rejection run through me. Blake hadn't told me, she'd kept her biggest secret. I told her EVERYTHING. Absolutely everything. I told her all the dirty things I'd like to do to Mr. Faris. I told her that sometimes I didn't shave just to spite the razor companys. I told her my life. She knew me from front to cover. All the bindings and rips and tears. I thought I knew her the same. Apparently not. She kept the biggest thing in her life from me. Bestfriends my fucking ass!

Eventually they stopped sucking face and pulled apart, only to draw back together for another peck before they parted. Waggling their fingers and smiling. Blake climbed into the car and in the reflection I saw Mr. Rogers disapear into the school, but not before he cast a lingering glance at Blakes back.

How fucking cute. Blake grinned at me as she slammed the car door shut. I returned it with a dirty look. "Whats up Bi?" She asked softly, her spanish accent ringing out on my name.

I ignored her. She asked me a few more times on the journey but I ignored her. Eventually she gave up and rested her head on the window, gazing dreamily at the scenery that flashed past. No doubt thinking of dear old Mr. Rogers, I thought sourly. Three years of friendship and she choose to keep THIS to herself. I didn't care that sometimes she stuck her chewing gum behind her ear and reused it. But I really did want to know about her fucking secret relationship.

What a lying, cheating, scheming bitch!

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When we finally pulled up at the school, which was exactly the same as the girls version, we we're pretty suprised.

Apparently this is where they send all the bad girls, 'cause their was atleast 15 girls surrounding the SUV. When we climbed out a few scattered but a few stayed.

I grabbed my bag and jumped out, ignored Blakes desperate, 'wait for me.' Yes, I was STILL pissed at her.

The minute I stepped out all conversation ceased and a girl stomped over to me. Her pink heels clacking on the concrete.

"My names California. I rule this school," she spat, flicking her lifeless hair.

I flipped my own blonde hair, and snorted. "K, listen bitch, Firstly, California? What the fuck kind of name is that?" I pointed to the two girls that flanked her, "are your names Nevada and Arizona?" I asked sarcastically. I stabbed her in the chest with my finger, making her totter in her heels. "Secondly, 'rule this school?' Girl, you sound like a bad remake of Mean Girls. Heres how its gonna work, my name is Bianca. You will adress me as Bianca Or Miss. Shae. You come within 20ft of me and I take no blame for the reaction of my fists. Secondly, you rule nothing while I'm here. Bitch, you'll be lucky if I let you rule a toilet stall. Capeesh?"

She stood there, her jaw tight and her fists clenched, "listen -"

"Nope, sorry. I cba with you. Bye!" I flashed her a smile as fake as Pamela Andersons boobs and walked off.

I guess, I maybe just met the school slut?

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