CHAPTER ONE the one where it begins warnings: lesbo/homophobic slurs
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ASHLEY HARP DRUMMED her fingers on her desk, staring at the clock, waiting for last five minutes of school to go by. Summer was so close and Ashley felt like she could taste it.
Her mind was wandering and she'd tuned out her teacher and everyone else in the classroom. Five minutes and she would be released from this hellhole! She absolutely couldn't wait. Sure, she didn't have any plans for summer or many friends to hang out with, but she did have her dad. Exciting, wasn't it?
Ash snorted self deprecatingly and she looked back at the clock. Just two more minutes. Her left foot bounced up and down and she glanced around the room. Everyone else seemed to have their eyes on the clock as well, which didn't surprise Ashley.
And then the bell went off, and in a matter of seconds, everyone in the room was rushing out of their seats, Ash included, most of them ignoring whatever their teacher was saying. Something about summer reading.
Swinging her bag over left shoulder, Ashley Harp exited the classroom, a smile on her face that disappeared as fast as it had arrived. Her eyes scanned over the crowd of people leaving their classes and she grimaced. Actually, she could stand to wait a few minutes. Just until the crowd dies down.
It took a good more five minutes of waiting, but Ash was finally able to shuffle her way through the crowd. She let out a sigh of relief, but while passing the bathroom, a certain voice rang in her ears.
"Are you in there by yourself, Beaverly? Or do you have half the guys in the school with you, huh, slut?" The words were slightly muffled, but Ashley recognized the voice and froze. Greta fucking Keene.
She despised Greta. She despised her for the rumors that she started. She hated Greta Keene more than she had ever hated anyone else. But to be fair, Ashley hadn't really hated anyone else before Greta.
Shaking her hatred for Greta out of her mind, she then wondered who 'Beaverly' was, though that wasn't hard to figure out. Who else could it be other than Beverly Marsh? Beverly Marsh, the schools proclaimed slut.
"I know you're in there, little shit, I can smell you." Greta snapped angrily, "No wonder you don't have any friends."
Silence came after that, or what Ash assumed was silence. She wasn't able to hear the words that left Beverly Marsh's lips that fell like bricks.
"You're trash," Greta hissed out, "We just wanted to remind you."
Something hit the floor, and then laughter came from Greta's friends. Ashley raised her eyebrow at this, confused as to what had fallen and why they found it so amusing. Had they pushed Beverly? A look of concern washed over her face, before it was replaced with fear for a split second as the sounds of feet coming out the bathroom and towards her.
