The Bad Girl's Fight

Crayola box

RIIIIINNNGG- "BITCH I DONT EVEN CARE THAT YOU'RE AN ALARM CLOCK, IMMA STILL GONNA SLAP YOU SILLY MOTHER FUCKER"
Wow deja vu am I right or am I right!? Yea... still not a morning person but we're getting there. Slowly. We're getting there very slowly. Or not at all but, ummm yea no we haven't gotten anywhere. Mornings still act like a bitch slap to the fucking face. After about 5 more alarms and one or two neighbours at the door asking if they needed to call the police, I finally got up and had a shower.

"EEEEEEAAAAAOOOWWW" I groaned as I stretched my sore body, I am really feeling the previous afternoon's boxing practice but ya know, I'm used to it by now and I actually quite like it. I grabbed a protein bar coz ya girl's gotta feed those muscles, and then I got on my bike and headed off to school.
As soon as I arrived it took me back to my first day, everybody was staring and chatting about me. I was getting really fucking pissed off to the point where I could punch something or someone. "YO! HOES TALK ABOUT ME ONE MORE TIME AN' MAKE ANOTHER FAKE ASS RUMOUR ABOUT ME AND I WILL GO ON A FUCKING KILLING RAMPAGE!" Ok, that was a bit over dramatic but ya gotta do what ya gotta do! In a split second decision I went off to the back of the school coz damn I needed a cig. However as I got closer to the back of school, I started hearing some familiar noises. Like someone was getting beat up. As I turned the final corner to where I was gonna go to be alone, a group of 'barbie' girls were stood in a circle and were indeed beating up a small, brown haired girl.
Without hesitation I snuck up behind one of the barbies and yanked a handful of the hair extensions out her ugly ass head. "AHHHHHHH OMG! SOMEONE'S KILLING ME HELP MEEEEE". All of a sudden 3 pairs of horrified eyes were set on me, glaring as if I'd kicked a puppy. Then they saw the blonde extensions in my hand, looked up at the girl who was now practically bald and connected the dots. The girl in the middle who was already showing bruises all over her face, took her opportunity and started backing away. "OH MY GOSH STACY I CANT BELIEVE YOUR HAIR ISN'T REAL, YOU'RE SOOO NOT OUR FRIEND ANYMORE!" Jeez they're acting like it's the end of the world, I only pulled her hair extensions out. Anyway, the victim was pressed against a wall hyperventilating, clearly having a panic attack. I figured I better get her away from here, so I marched over to her and pulled her by the hand down the alleyway.

"Oh my gosh I was soooo pretty with my hair and now it's all gone!" Said the barbie look alike, "Bitch please, you looked like a crayola box threw up on you, and you still do!" I said kinda quietly but I think they heard me and chose to ignore it. However the small girl next to me giggled slightly. "Come on let's get you out of here."
-By 'out of here' I actually meant still inside school, sorry to disappoint :( -
I decided to take the poor girl to the girls' bathrooms because nobody ever goes in there except to do their makeup, and it's the middle of lessons so I knew it wouldn't be busy.
Like I expected, nobody was in there, so I sat the girl on the sink/counter and had a good look at her while she calmed down. "Hey, what's your name?" I asked quietly, "Kylie" she said even quieter. I checked over Kylie's face and noticed a few angry looking bruises were already forming. I sighed and dug around in my bag for a small, unused makeup kit. By the time I had pulled the foundation out Kylie had dropped off the counter and shuffled slightly towards the door, "I don't wear makeup, besides my face doesn't have any BAD bruises on it does it?" Umm, understatement of the year, look, your not gonna look like one of those crayola barbies ok!" I took her slight nod as an ok to continue. I put a dash of foundation that happened to be her colour (if a little pale), and tapped some powder over top to fix it. "There," I mumbled, "done". Kylie check her appearance and hugged me tightly. Shit?! What the fuck to do..?! "It's just a hug V!" She said, seeing the shock in my face, "Wait, can I call you V?" She didn't wait for my answer before ranting on about how glad she was that I'd helped her. "Don't mention it. Besides you looked like you could use a little help, I wasn't gonna just leave you there with the Barbie pack." She really was surprised I'd helped her and grateful, I'm guessing nobody had before.
"Oh thank you soooo much. Hey, umm c-can we u-umm be f-friends, I totally understand if not coz I am not part of the popular group and I don't normally wear makeup, hell! Look at what I'm wearing it's so..." I cut her off with a smile and returned the hug. "Sure, I'd love to, I've never really had friends at school before though" I replied quietly with a tinge of regret. "Yesss!!! Umeen yay?! But hey, I've not had much luck with friends before either." 

So we stood in silence for a moment and it was a bit awkward but then I looked at her clothes, they were alright but they basically hid everything and her hair just pulled up in a rough pony. "Ya know what? Let's ditch school and head to the mall, I need some new sweats. And maybe we'll get you some clothes that you can feel good in!" So with a slightly hesitant nod from Kylie we took off on my bike to the mall.

Turns out, she'd grown up in her dad's motorcycle shop and because he was very over protective of her had never let her ride a bike, no matter how much she wanted to. Safe to say she was overjoyed to be able to ride on the back of my bike.
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I can't believe I just rode that beauty over there! AHHHHH"

We decided to go straight to Nike and I got some cool shorts and a sports bra that I can wear to the Underground, Kylie, or Ky as she invited me to call her, just got an over sized hoodie.

Then we went to some shops with clothes I knew would suit Ky.

Outfits we bought for ky⬆️

You know what, I don't remember the last time I'd had as much fun as I was having today, for the past year and a half I have just been hiding and surviving, and there's a big difference between  surviving and living.
After about 2 hours of shopping and chatting like normal teenage girls, reality came to me like a punch in the gut, in a text.
Unknown: I see you're making new friends... be careful in this world friends are weakness we don't want little Kylie hurt any more do we. Let her go come back and be who you really are...

Great, now I'm ruining someone else's life, I can't believe I let this happen! I need to distance myself from Kylie, or she will get hurt.
"Hey Kylie , umm I gotta go. Just call your precious daddy to come pick you up." I knew it was being rude and abrupt but I couldn't think of another way. With that I ran off, bags flying, tears pricking my eyes. I'm such a bad friend! Shit I need to punch something again.
I guess you know where I'm gonna go then.....

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Hey guys
Another chapter done!
Hope you liked this long one?!
Anyway what do you think about Kylie and V's mysterious text?
XOXO Phoebe XOXO