OUT (Girl X Girl)

Chapter Eight: The Tears

Nothing is are never still. Ever. Even when something looks completely still, it's not. The stillness is just an illusion because the earth is rotating at thousands of miles per hour. It never stops even when life seems like it's going to shit. So when life feels like it is at a halt the Earth is still spinning away, completely unaffected by your problems.

The image of a truck hauling away my sparkly mess of a car keeps replaying in my head. It's been days since someone vandalized my beautiful car and thinking about is still makes my head spin. The rumorous whispers that normally filled the school hallways that are regularly directed towards the school's social royalty, were now aimed at me. Usually, the whispers would stop within a day or two and would be replaced with another hot topic but for me, people are still talking.

If I hear one more person say, I think she payed someone to wreck her car for publicity, or, I saw the story on E! the other day and I would kill to have that amount of exposure, I'm going to cut someone.

Why the fuck would someone want to have their car destroyed and their sexuallty exploited on national telivision? Not to mention I can't go anywhere without a camera watching my every move. I think the paparazzi are waiting for me to have a public meltdown because that would be a more entertaining story than "What Riverdale character has the dreamiest eyes?" I can see the headline now, "Young actress has meltdown in grocery store parking lot after buying multiple pints of ice cream." The title is a bit wordy but I'm sure a ton of bored housewives would get a kick out of it. Me on the other hand, I would not be laughing. Instead I would probably have another public freak out again and then I would be labeled as this generation's Lindsay Lohan.

"Hello? Earth to Beth? Are you even paying attention to me?"

A voice catches my attention and I look up to see Max staring at me with an irritated expression. We're currently sitting in the cafeteria eating lunch. Well, Max is stuffing his face and I'm picking at my food.

"Sorry Max I'm a bit distracted. Continue."

Max roll his eyes, "I was asking if you were going to Ivy's party this weekend."

I let out a dark chuckle, "Why the fuck would I do that?"

"Because, you have leverage over queen bitch now." He sets the sandwich that he was eating on his cafeteria tray, "You're practically her boss now so why don't you fuck with her?"

I push around the salad in front of me with my fork and raise an eyebrow, "I'm not Ivy's boss but do you care to elaborate?"

"Even if you aren't her boss you still hold power over her and with all the shit she's done over the time we've known her, I think some revenge is in order."

"Ivy hasn't done anything to me that's worth revenge."

"What about when we were in the fourth grade and she ripped the head off of your rabbit, Mr Suffles?"

"That was an accident."

"Was it? Was it really?"

In the fourth grade Ivy, Max, and I were in the same class. Back then Ivy was actually an okay(ish) person and she would occasionally join Max and I during recess. One day for show and tell I brought my stuffed rabbit. I loved Mr. Suffles and I didn't want to leave him in the classroom during recess because I was afraid of him getting lonely. So, like a responsible stuffed animal owner, I took him with me. Big mistake. Apparently Mr. Suffles looked a lot like Ivy's stuffed rabbit that she brought for show and tell so when she saw Mr. Suffles with me, she thought I took her rabbit. When she accused me of stealing her rabbit we got into a fight. She tried to take Mr. Suffles away from me and in the process she ripped off his head. Afterwords when she realized that it wasn't her rabbit she acted like she was sorry but we both knew she wasn't.