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Chapter Four: Catwoman Gets Her Prince Charming
As I twisted the lock open the next morning, a voice from behind me snapped, "so what's your deal with McHeart?"
I hesitated, waiting for some plastic bitch to give a weak response. I'm sorry, just because I don't like these people doesn't mean I don't like the gossip. When there was no response, I turned around to find out who the mute was. I blinked as Emma Gothard shoved her face in mine. "I asked you a question," she hissed. Goddamn, not this again.
"Oh, you were talking to me." I turned back to my locker. "Sorry, this conversation cannot be continued without my lawyer present."
"Oh my god." She snapped her gum, shoving my locker shut. I turned around slowly, impersonating my best Regina George victimization. It clearly didn't work, as Emma simply fluffed her perfectly straightened brown hair and repeated her question as if speaking to a five year old. "What is your deal with McHeart?"
"What deal? We're not planning to rob a bank or anything, if that's what you're wondering." I stubbornly turned back to open my locker once again.
"Oh shut up. You know what people are saying, right?"
"Um..." I held up my index finger, indicating for her to wait as I fished my textbooks off of the top shelf. "No. Do I want to?"
"Did you or did you not give Brendon a hand job behind the bleachers?"
I dropped my textbooks on my foot in pure shock. "What?!" I shrieked, hopping around in pain.
Emma tossed her hair over her shoulder in a huff, looking down on me the best she could considering I had a good five inches on her. "Is that a yes, then?"
"What the fuck?" I screamed, carefully massaging the pain from my foot. "That's a no, actually," I added as a second thought.
Shane would choose this moment to pass by. "Hi, Alice." I looked at him, hoping my brainwaves were strong enough to send him the go the hell away message I was repeating in my head. "Emma." He nodded at her.
"Oh, hi Shane. You know Alice?" Emma twisted her hair around her finger and pulled her top lower shamelessly.
"No, he just knows my name by popularity," I said, rolling my eyes.
Shane eyed me holding my foot. "...Right. Well, see you at lunch?" He slowly began to walk away.
"Sure!" Emma chirped.
"Pretty sure he was talking to me," I muttered.
"Whatever, bitch. So the rumors are true, then?"
"What rum-- No! Fuck to the no!" I sputtered.
"Yeah, okay." She waved her hand dismissively over her shoulder as she turned away.
"If I wasn't in so much pain right now, I would totally chase after you to give you a piece of my mind!" I shouted to her retreating figure.
She flipped me off.
God. What-the fuck-ever.
* * * *
Shane approached me during lunch. "Hey, is everything okay?"
I shot him a confused look. "Why wouldn't it be?"
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Dream On, McHeart
Teen FictionAlice has never felt the need for a boyfriend. She simply enjoys looking; but don't we all? However, this may have to change when she meets Mr. Tall, Dark & Handsome himself. Thus begins Operation McHeart— a tactic Alice decides to use to make him j...
