The Three of Us

Chapter 5: Luna's POV

I look up at Tia. She is smiling triumphantly at me, dropping her homework on my desk. I suppress rude comments and act as if she never came up to me.
"Gal, I didn't understand--"
"That's obvious," I reply, handing her back her paper. "But I'm sort of running against you in elections."
"You're WHAT?!" she screams, looking absolutely astonished. I smiled smugly. Isn't she supposed to be the gossip queen? Well, okay then.
"Yeah, I am. So that makes us political enemies. And that means I'm not doing your homework for you." I reply cooly. I'm absolutely confident I'll win. Even Tia's "bestie" dislikes her.
"Bitch, you don't know what you're up against."
"Bitch, you don't want to know what you're up against."
I hear a small giggle come from one of her friends, which is quickly silenced by a glare from Tia. I see another girl wink at me, saying with her face, 'you'll win.' She quickly squashes the expression and goes back to a cheesy smile when Tia looks at her.
"Humph." Tia groans, twirling around on her heel, flipping her hair. Her "friends" followed her in toe. I don't know how they manage to be so loyal to someone so bitchy. I couldn't deal with Tia even if my life depended on it.
A crowd is gathered around something on he wall. I hastily push my way to the front of the crowd. Nobody seems to want to be in my way. Once I get to the front, I gasp. Tia is glaring at one of her own posters, which has golden lettering saying: "Vote for Tia. Just do it." A big, curly mustache is drawn on her face (in the picture, not on the actual Tia, sadly.) and LOSER is scrawled on her forehead. Somebody wrote a line after it. "DONT VOTE FOR THIS BITCH!!"
She looks at me, her poster, back at me, then back at her precious poster, anger forming on her face. "You did this! You fricking bitch!" she wails, tears starting to stream down out of her eyes and her forty pounds of mascara started to smear.
"I didn't do this, Tia," I honestly assure her.
I walk away to the lunchroom.
"Did you guys see the poster?" I question Lexie and Lisa. They shrug and say they had heard rumors. "I wanna send whoever did it chocolates though," Lisa says, stabbing her sushi with her chopsticks. "Mom finally packed me a lunch!"
Lexie smiles. "Good for you, Lisa." She said sincerely. She turned back to me and so did Lisa. "I bet she thinks that you did it, Luna."
"She does," I explain. "She called me a fucking bitch in front of thirty people, though. People were crowding around the vandalized poster."
"What'd you say?" Lisa asked, stuffing sushi into her mouth. "Yes! Mom didn't use the imitation tuna this time!"
"I said that I didn't do it. Nicely."
"Nice," Lexie said. "Be nice, it's like saying, 'I'm too good for you' to their face, without actually saying it."
"Yeah." I said. "By the way, you got the posters?" I turned to Lexie.
"They're in my locker."
We all got up and dumped our trash; we were all finished with our lunches. We got the posters from Lexie's locker and started posting them around school. "Luna's got Hart" was my new motto. Officially.
After we got all the posters up, I went to the girls bathroom to wash my hands. The only other person in the bathroom was Tia, who was reapplying her usual fifty-ton amounts of makeup. "Look, bitch," she said, not turning herself from the mirror, still applying blush. "You may try to take me down hard, but nothing will. And if you try to take me down, I am tearing you down, hon. Sister, you stand no chance against Tia. This baby has skills...and 'all the right junk in all the right places.'" She sings off-key, quoting All About That Bass. Except she is the exact kinda skinny, plastic surgery, spray on tan kinda girl that song was accusing of being bitches. It's the attitude, not the fucking figure.
I rolled my eyes.
"Look, I don't have time for your conversation, okay?" I said in a bored and 'I don't have time for you' tone. "Let me make this clear: I will try my best to win, no questions asked. Whether or not you will, only you can tell. May the best girl win."
She narrowed her eyes and I quickly washed my hands before leaving the restroom.
May the best girl win.