The Snitch

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The gym smelled like a flatulent rat had committed suicide there. The girls were treating me like how Fifth Harmony treated Camila, now. Habib and Ray were both in class and Ramona never participated in anything physical. She had told Coach Gorgy that she was on her period back in ninth grade. He probably thinks she's still on it, either way, hearing the word 'period' grossed him out so much, he never talked to her again. I had to make sure I stayed on the wrestling team, the one thing no one can take away from you is talent, and I sure as fuck wasn't letting it go.

"Morgan, get your ass on the mat!" Coach screamed, I fidgeted with my t-shirt and and gym shorts, we didn't wear singlets during training as they just caused a lot of chaos with the testosterone machines, on the other side of the gym. I stretched and jumped on the mat, it had been a while since I had wrestled, so I had forgotten how restricting a bra can get. The straps dug into my shoulders whenever I crouched, I had to take the damn thing off. I looked around, all of the girls were gathering around to watch the match, Ramona was on the bleachers reading the autobiography of some dictator, Coach was looking for my opponent to practice with. I ran to him and said, "I need to take a minute, Coach." He frowned and said "No breaks, Morgan, you know that." "Coach, I need to take of my bra which is hurting my lady par..-" He started shaking his head frantically and said, "Get out of here as fast as you can, I'll get you a partner!" I grinned and ran to the changing rooms.

When I got back, there were mutterings going around. I caught sight of Ramona and her face clearly said 'don't react'. And there standing on the other side of the mat was Monica, oh! Guess a hoe's gonna be smacked today! She was no match for me and I was gonna half-nelson the shit outta her. Why did she look so cocky, then? Well, she clearly lacked a decent amount of brain cells. I smiled at her and Coach blew the whistle.

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Looking back, there was nothing I could have done. She never had the intention of wrestling, as soon as the whistle blew she fell on top of me and didn't let me move. Coach was yelling and the whistle was being blown repeatedly, I was rolling around trying to get her off of me. And sometime, during the struggle, Monica took my t-shirt off.

I was sitting on the mat, shell-shocked and half naked, phones were being whipped out and Coach looked about as shocked as I felt. Ramona dropped her book and was running towards me but, she was too far away and everything was happening in slow motion. I had never felt that vulnerable and for the first time ever, I understood why people decided to end it all. And then, I felt someone hugging me and wrapping a towel around me. How had Ramona made it this fast? I looked up to thank her, it wasn't Ramona. Esther hugged me tight and repeatedly whispered 'we got you, we're here, don't worry, we got you'. And then I realized Esther wasn't the only one. All of The Girls had formed a circle around me and were making sure nobody got pictures, Mildew was grabbing the phones, Leteisha and Irene were pushing all the other people away and Tris was grabbing my shirt from Monica and was telling her to go fuck herself.

Esther held the towel around me until Beatrice got my shirt and both of them had to literally make me wear it. I wasn't even aware of where I was or what was happening at that moment, I was that petrified. They made me stand up and Ramona reached us, she and Esther exchanged a nod. They handed me over to Ramona as Esther said, "Get her out of here, we'll take care of this." Ramona grabbed me by the waist and nodded. She repeatedly asked me if I wanted her to hit Monica, as we walked away. I didn't even know how to open my mouth to answer.

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It took me the rest of the class to regain control of my body, I didn't cry, I didn't lose control, maybe because I had nothing to lose anymore. "You okay?" Ramona asked me tentatively as she sat me down on the second floor stairs. I nodded and sighed. "Habib and Ray will be here soon, they couldn't get out of class, I texted them everything." "Thanks." I whispered, whose voice was that? I didn't sound so weak, did I? A shadow loomed over me and I felt my hand being grabbed. Ray pulled me up and crushed me to himself. "What do you want me to do, baby?" He whispered into my hair, I shook my head and burrowed deeper into his chest. I didn't cry this time, Habib told me to get it together and Ramona thought of more and more violent ways to kill Monica while Ray just held on to me. "Besides, what are you worried about?" Ramona said in her brisk, businesslike tone, "You have great tits, anyway.", I laughed and flipped my hair. This. I had this to lose.

We all sat together for another hour, Ramona and I missed English but, nobody was eager to attend class, just then. When the initial shock had worn off, I was filled with gratitude for The Girls. They didn't have to, they probably hated me and they had all the right to but, protecting me like that had been just beautiful of them. "It just proves that the Girl Code comes first. Men have oppressed us for far too long, we need to stick together." Ramona said. "I don't know," Habib scrunched up his nose, "It just seems too nice, be careful, okay, Morgan? " I smiled, "Not everything is a Shane Dawson video, Habib. They are nice girls, shit happened between us but, they are still nice girls." He looked unconvinced. "Whatever the reason," Ray said, "They came through for my girl when she needed them, ergo, I owe them one. We all do." He looked around "So, unless we have proof that they had ulterior motives, we don't talk shit about them. Agreed?" He asked me, I nodded, "Yea, Shen's right." I scooted closer to him, "But, I'm not letting anyone walk over me again. I'm done keeping a low profile. I need to talk to Monica." Habib looked at me like I had just said, "I need to eat Voldemort's gym shorts." "This can't go on, people." I said in a voice that was far more confident than I felt, "I need to be the bigger person. We need to end this in a civil way." They all nodded and we decided to confront her in the hallway, next period.

I should have known Monica didn't do 'civil'.

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A/N

Oooh, big high school drama scene coming up! Each vote and comment will be counted a slap on Monica's face, so DO! THAT! iSH!!

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