2| Confessions

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Monday| 09:30 a.m.

Toni's POV

This red haired girl seemed pretty weird staring at me, but after a couple of seconds she called me something...a name that I've never thought I would hear again, Heather.

My mind was about to blow and my hands were getting sweat, and after I realized that I wasn't dreaming, I got so mad that I grabbed her by the arms and pushed her against the lockers. Some people started to look at us and I didn't want to get in trouble, especially on my first day at that school, so I opened the door to the first feminine changing room I found and dragged her in with me.

She kept screaming at me and try to make me let go of her but my anger was too big to me to understand that I was actually hurting her. When we got to the changing room I pushed her again against the lockers and asked her, raging.

"Why did you call me that and how do you know Heather?", I yelled at her that was almost crying and I could see how scared and confused she was, but I couldn't take control of myself at the moment. I stopped for a fraction of second to wonder if she was talking about the same person I was, so I asked her.

"Are you talking about Heather Donovan? Answer me!".I was just about to blow when she said, painfully.

"Please stop, you're hurting me, stop!", the girl begged, officially crying.

I finally became aware of what I was doing and how I was hurting her and stopped, letting her go. She took a deep breath and whipped her tears away.


"I-I'm sorry", I apologized. I stepped back as I was shaking. She was still catching her breath from crying and screaming, so I let her take her time.

Cheryl's POV

When I finally caught up my breath I finally looked at her, still really confused. I had been inferiorized and humiliated, and no one had ever thought that such a thing could have happened to Cheryl Boomshell, so recomposed myself and made her a question.

"Why did you react like that when I c-called you Heather?" I asked, still stuttering a little after crying.

"My name's Toni Topaz and Heather is my step-sister, I acted like that because of what she did to me and my grandpa...I think I haven't heard that name for a long time and I...I just blew up, I'm sorry, but why did you call me that?", This all situation was starting to drive me nuts. Who was this girl? Why did she reacted like that when I called her Heather? What did she do to her and her grandpa? So many questions I wanted to ask the colorful haired girl.

"I called you that because I actually thought you were her when you were backwards...I didn't mean to annoy you...she was a really important person to me, we were really close, too close actually, too close for my mother that is a homophobic whore and one day caught us making out in my room...since that night I haven't heard of her...what did she do to you and your family?" I was really impressed with myself with how calmly I was dealing with all of this situation, my old self would already insulting the girl and making her feel awfully bad.

"Nothing...just forget it okay? She's not here, and I don't think she's ever coming back, I'm so sorry for my behave..." She said, letting me super disappointed and waiting for me to tell her my name.

"Cheryl Blossom aka Cheryl Boomshell", I incredibly changed my tone for a badass one.

Toni's POV

I weakly smirked to the girl that change her tone for a reason I couldn't figure out, but my thoughts were interrupted by the school bell.

"I've got to go Cheryl Blossom, I don't want to be late for my first period", with this I handed my shoulder bag and left the changing room, leaving the girl behind.

Why the hell did I called her by her entire name? What the hell Toni, I thought to myself heading to meet Sweetpea and Fangs that were getting to the classroom. I followed them still thinking of what just happened. I really needed to hang out after school and I was hopping that Fangs or Sweetpea were on to it.

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Sorry for taking this long update. If there's someone reading my fanfic, I hope you enjoy! <3

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