Dahlia is just coming to terms with her sexuality when Billie, the girl who stares too much and keeps popping up everywhere, comes to her school.
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Billie's POV ************
"Yo, so what you're telling me is, you've got an air hockey table and a foosball table at your house that you get to play any time you want and you're complaining about it?" Kit shook her head before taking a sip of her water. "Couldn't be me."
"You don't understand! Finneas wants to play all the fucking time!" I groaned. "I don't know why, either. He always loses."
"Yeah, one time while we were at work he mentioned that you always cheat when you guys play, but he didn't mention that you had a table at home, I mean—"
"I do not always cheat! He just says that because he's pissed that he sucks at a game he plays more than anyone else!" I huffed.
Before Kit could respond, Mrs. Baker paused what she was doing up at the front of the class, turned around and cleared her throat. She raised one of her overly plucked eyebrows and pursed her ashy lips.
"Am I invisible?" She questioned, her shrill voice bouncing off the walls and making me cringe.
"Not in that bright ass shirt." I mumbled.
"I'm up here trying to prepare the class for our health final and you're busy running your mouth. Shut it. Now."
She turned back around and began fidgeting with the projector that she couldn't get to work. We've been in this class for a good twenty minutes now and she's been trying to get the stupid thing to work the whole time. She's not teaching us shit except for how to look like an absolute idiot.
