Chapter 24 - Exposé

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Suggested Song: Alarm by Anne-Marie
And there goes the alarm ringin' in my head
Like somebody said, "Don't you trust him, no"
Text in from his ex, what did you expect?
Now you're lyin' here knowin' where he goes
Now he got that itch, yeah, karma is a b*tch, yeah
Same way that they come, that's the way they go
Now he got that itch, yeah, rewindin' the picture
There goes the alarm and the sirens go
There goes the alarm

...Sophie: "He is like the biggest player in our grade..."

...Mel: "Don't even think about dating Pierre..."

...Saige: "He had been dating my best friend in secret...They date on and off...I have to cope with his 'girlfriend' every day..."

...Pierre: "Last year I dated Jazz, Aliza, Emanda, Mel..."

...Alek: "I saw Pierre kissing some random girl just then. And I don't think it was you..."

...Ben: "One day, probably soon, he's gonna hurt you more than I did..."

...the leather jacket...

Everything suddenly made sense to Amrisha in the few seconds it took for the world to come crashing down around her. "Emanda?" Amrisha said slowly, feeling acid creeping up her throat.
"Hm?" Emanda looked up casually from her phone and blew a bubble with her gum. The fringe of her/Pierre's leather jacket swayed slightly, making Amrisha grit her teeth even more.
"Why aren't you at the party?" Amrisha asked, trying to keep her voice level. "And where did you get that very nice jacket?" She almost spat out those last words.
"Parties are for dull people who don't have a life," Emanda said boredly. "Why do you look so...constipated?" She feigned concern, and glanced down at the phone Amrisha was clutching. Amrisha didn't even know she had brought Pierre's iPhone along with her. Recognition flashed over Emanda's face, but she remained placid. "Mm, nice phone." There was a pause. "Well, I mean, I guess it's high time you found out me and Pierre." She smirked, erasing all doubt within Amrisha.

With a guttural howl, Amrisha slammed Emanda against the closing elevator doors with more strength than she knew she possessed, causing the doors to slide open again. The momentum caused them both to tumble out of the lifts, into the lobby. "You b**ch!!!" Amrisha screamed. Usually, Amrisha rarely swore, but at that moment it seemed like no profanity could ever fully describe Emanda, who was momentarily startled.
"Eugh!" Emanda tried to speak as Amrisha began to strangle her. Though both girls were similar in height and stature, Amrisha was stronger as she often did boxing and swimming. Emanda however, had quite a few years experience of taekwondo, and managed to flip Amrisha off her, pinning her to the ground. "You really think Pierre was interested in you all this time?" Emanda snarled, her face red. "You're not even good looking or smart or sporty, and the group you hang out with are absolute morons." Amrisha screamed and pulled Emanda to the floor, using the momentum to get up herself.
"Don't you dare bring them into this!" Amrisha shouted, her blood boiling. She was only vaguely aware of the outcries of a few bystanders, but they all seemed to be coming from far, far away.
"He only dated you because of a stupid dare from his friends. I'm angry enough that you guys took it so far, and it's ALL YOUR FAULT!" Emanda had gotten up off the marble floor and was staggering to her feet, when Amrisha lunged forward and raked her fingernails across Emanda's face. The two quickly went into a headlock, growling and screaming at each other.
"Arrête!" cried distant voices.
"YOU WERE NEVER OFFICIALLY WITH PIERRE EITHER!" Amrisha shouted back. They were now fighting in the middle of the lobby, on one of the walkways on the artificial lake that radiated out of the central fountain. Emanda's back was to the black water, and Amrisha saw her chance. Using the last of her strength, she shoved Emanda as hard as she could, off the narrow platform and into the shallow pool. Emanda's head disappeared temporarily underwater, and Amrisha let out a shaky breath. Suddenly, something clawed at her ankles. Before she registered what it was, her legs fell out from under her and Amrisha fell straight into the water after Emanda.

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