BEWARE C.G.

25. Cheater

Bella Leticia Zambada-García hadn't spoken to anyone in one week. To recap, over the last week it seemed every tween/teen in Chicago seemed to have found out (thanks to Andre) that Bella was a cheating whore. His words, not hers obviously and it sure didn't help that Carl told everyone that he finally lost his virginity. She was practically the new Holly Horkimer, only Bella actually wasn't a slut. She hadn't talked to Debbie, or Fiona and even hadn't spoke to V and Kev like she usually would. She damn sure wasn't speaking to Carl and every time he was in her sight, she would go the other direction. The teen had noticed the eviction sign on the Gallaghers door the day after Fiona found it and although she wanted to reach out-she just needed some space from everything right now.

So much so that she had been skipping school/class and today was the first full day she was planning on attending. Bella left before Carl did, walking by herself which was more than unusual to her. Even when Carl was in jail, she would walk with Debs about halfway before they were forced to split up. It was now that Bella realized just how little 'friends' she had-only people that associated themselves with her because she was so well known. When she walked in all eyes were on her, which wasn't usual but the fact that she knew exactly what everyone was saying was beginning to get under her skin. And then as she neared her locker, the whispers turned into laughs and she knew something was about to go down. Upon getting to her locker she saw it, several words crudely scribbled across the door.

Slut
Whore
Cheater

Bella couldn't help but laugh at the sight, at this point it was really unbelievable the things people would do. And for no reason, she wasn't bothering anyone (besides Andre) so was he really that angry? Apparently so, she thinks-turning around to face the crowd that had gathered. They were all laughing, recording and that was when she knew something must be down. So she found the skinniest, shortest girl she could find and pushed her into a locker. "Tell me who wrote it!" The tan girl ordered as everyone began to chant 'fight!', making the terrified girl even more scared.

"Please don't hurt me. Please don't hit me" She begs and Bella leans in close, holding her up by the shirt.

"Tell me who wrote it and I'll let you go!"

"Alicia!"

Alicia Mercado, the only other Mexican girl in the school. For some reason, she hated Bella-which the girl didn't get because she was kind of hoping they could become friends. The only other Hispanic girls were these group of Dominicans who definitely didn't like Bella and the only reason was because they were in love with Carl. So Bella grumbled, letting go of the dirty blonde girl she had been pressing against the wall and dropping her to the ground. Bella stomped down the hallway, a fair amount of people watching her because they knew what was coming.

"Alicia!" Bella screamed down the hallway, knowing she must be here somewhere. The two girls would always spot each other in the morning when Bella would arrive, both of them giving each other a nasty glare. And then she spotted her, down the hall Alicia's eyes widening at the angry girl marching towards her. "Fucking bitch!" Are Bella's first words.

"Listen, I don't know what you think I did but I promise you I didn't" The girl dismisses, crossing her arms uncomfortably due to the large crowd assembling around her.

"Really?! So you didn't write 'slut' and 'whore' all over my locker?!" The fourteen-year-old scoffs in disbelief and then Alicia decides to be bold for whatever reason that is.

"It's not my fault everyone learned the truth about you" Alicia shrugs, flipping her dyed red hair over her shoulder and Bella rolls her eyes. "You're just Carl Gallagher's little plaything"