Yes, you read it right. The Queen B is my bully.
"Cassey! Are you all right?" Anna asked with a concerned look.
"Uh, yes. What makes you think I'm not?" I tried to put a smile on my face.
"The jig's up, toots. Tell us what's bothering you." Jessica said.
Damn.
I breathed heavily.
"I was bullied in my former school..."
They were waiting for me to carry on.
"Clau--" I was cut off.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Miss Thirlwall."
I froze in my spot.
That voice. I know it perfectly well.
I nervously turned around to face the owner of the voice.
She's still the same. Same blonde hair. Same threathening voice. Same intimidating smirk.
"You missed me huh, Thirlwall?" She said still with her smirk.
"Q-Queen B..." I stuttered out.
"Yes, Thirlwall. I'm still Queen B."
You're probably wondering what Queen B stands for...
I gained enough confidence to talk back just this once...
"Still the bitch I see." I formed a half-smirk.
I heard the girls snickering behind my back.
"I see you've made friends. Huh, I wonder what they saw in you." She scoffed.
"She's a really nice girl...unlike you." Anna defended.
"Oh. Now I know why they made friends with you. You're all weirdos." She laughed.
"And proud." Catheleen said proudly.
I tried to hold back my laughter.
"Like I said," she turned to her group.
Then back to me, "weirdos."
"Like Catheleen said," I mocked her as I turned to my girls.
"Proud." I said with a smirk as I turned back to face her.
"This is not the last of me, Thirlwall."
She and her group of followers then went away.
I turned back to face the girls.
"I'm sorry I got you guys into this mess. Now Claudia's going to pick on you guys too."
"N'aww it's all right, poopey." Anna said.
"Who's poopey?" Catheleen asked, looking confused. I laughed at her facial expression because she looked really funny while she had it the expression on her face.
Jessica tapped her head.
"She's obviously talking about Cassandra, you dumdum."
"Ow! The hell was that for?!" Catheleen asked Jessica but Jessica wasn't exactly paying attention to her as she was staring at me.
She looks pretty scary but I know she isn't. Still, she was scarily staring at me.
Is there something on my face? I rubbed all the places on my face that may possibly contain dirt. She's still staring.
Is she really looking at me? I looked back and saw nothing that she possibly might be staring at.
My eyes widened at a sudden realization.
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Somewhere Between The Lines (EDITING)
RomanceThere's always something between those simple lines...