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MONTY HAD A BLACK HOOD pulled over her head and the cat-eyed Chanel sunglasses her dad got her for her 17th birthday sitting on her nose. She didn't sleep at all last night, and she looked like she didn't, and she honestly didn't have the power to look bomb today. But, she wore a mini skirt regardless. Still needed to look the cutest.
"Monty!" She heard Carol call out for her from behind. Thank God she had sunglasses on so Carol wouldn't see her roll her eyes.
"Hi, Carol," Monty fake smiled. "Let's get you to the bathroom, shall we?" Carol said, ignoring Monty's greeting and ushering her to the closest bathroom.
The girls passed Tommy, who said, "Damn, Montgomery, what–"
She didn't hear the end of his sentence because Carol quickly shut the door of the bathroom. She walked closer to Monty. "You look like shit. What happened?"
"No, I don't," Monty snapped. "Take off your sunglasses," Carol demanded.
Monty rolled her eyes. "If you keep doing that you'll get stuck like that one day," Carol said.
Monty took off her sunglasses and looked in the mirror. "Oh my God, you're right, Carol. I'm disgusting. I literally look disgusting." She put down her hood, revealing a messy low bun. Carol gasped. She took Monty's hair, trying to save it, but Monty whipped around and glared at her. "Don't touch," she growled.
Carol took a step back. "So, will you tell me what happened that caused this?" She motioned to Monty's whole appearance, her eyes stopping at Monty's skirt. "The skirt's cute."
"Thanks," she winked at her. Her hair was open now. "Steve dumped me for Kelly Wheeler yesterday."
Carol gasped again. "No way, what a dick! You've been together for four fucking years!" she said, "Don't you mean Nancy?"
"Whatever," Monty said. She knew Nancy's name, she just didn't need to show everyone else she did.
"And... how do you feel?" Carol asked awkwardly. They've never had this type of conversation before.
Monty shrugged. "Fucking heartbroken. I mean, I was perfect for him, and he was perfect for me and... then little Miss Perfect came along. Fuck it. Steve can suck it. And Penny, too," Monty exclaimed, glancing one last time in the mirror, fixing a strand of her black hair before nodding to Carol, "You ready?"
