Chapter nineteen

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Y/n obediently follows Chelsea in silence as she's led to the furthest girls bathroom. Nervously Y/n looks around at the deserted stalls, one of the cold and harsh bathroom lights flickers on and off, the stall doors littered here and there with writing and doodles, and bits of scrunched up once wet paper towels are stuck to the ceiling.

Chelsea double checks to make sure that they are truly alone, she then leans against the long row of sinks, crossing her arms, and starts tapping her foot impatiently, almost as if to tell Y/n to hurry and speak. Despite her grimy surroundings she still holds an air of pride and haughtiness. Feeling stuffy Y/n fidgets inside her hoodie pockets, and has to take a couple deep breaths to calm herself.

Not letting Chelsea wait any longer Y/n cautiously speaks up, "I-I think that there's b-been a misunderstanding, I only just heard of the r-rumours about me stealing your necklace and t-thought I should clear the a-air, it's-it's not t-true, you saw that I left your p-party early so it c-couldn't have been m-me..."

Chelsea takes a long hard look at Y/n the disgust present on her face and she sighs, voice seemingly normal but just under the surface it holds a sharp tone full of mocking, she states, "I saw you leave my house with my own eyes, I watched you pass my room never opening the door, and from my window I looked down at you as you scurried home with your pathetic tail between your legs. I know you didn't steal my necklace."

Y/n's mood brightens, "then you can tell everyone the tru-" Chelsea cuts her off, making a hand gesture for her to shut up, "you know your stupidity never fails to amaze me, but it's that very idiotic nature of yours that's makes you so easy to beat and control... I made up those rumours, just like every other rumour there's ever been about you. Since you were seven I've been preventing you evil ploys to dethrone me. So stop with the goody goody act okay? Cause I'm the only one in this place who will never buy it."

Swallowing the words that were caught in her throat Y/n asks with tears in her eyes, "that can't be... why? What did I ever do to you? I only tried to be your friend..." Chelsea rolls her eyes spitting venomously, "I thought I told you to stop with that stupid injured puppy act. And you wanted to be my friend? Do you really think I'd believe such crap? I've been better then you my whole life, and of course it's You who wanted to be like me, it's who You wanted to take what's mine, IT'S YOU WHO WANTED TO TAKE MY PLACE! I WAS JUST PROTECTING WHAT WAS RIGHTFULLY MINE!"

Every single bad memory, every single rumour, all of the stares filled with loathing, every prank, and all the bullying she endured, it all came rushing back to Y/n. She was always told it was her fault, she was always blamed, always made to apologise, and then forced to believe that if she tried hard enough she could be accepted and everything would be fixed. Y/n tried so hard to make things right, to make Chelsea like her, to talk things out, to apologise, but it was never her who needed to bow her head.

Refusing to let the tears fall Y/n shouts back, "WHY ARE YOU SO SELF OBSESSED! I NEVER WANTED TO BE YOU, AND I NEVER WILL! YOU PUT ME THROUGH HELL FOR NOTHING! I WAS SEVEN WHEN MY PARENTS DIED. SEVEN! AND YOU STILL FELT THE NEED TO TAKE MY FRIENDS FROM ME, TO MAKE THE TEACHERS HATE ME. I BET IT WAS YOU THAT MADE THE RUMOUR THAT I CAUSED MY MUM AND DADS DEATH! AND AS IF TAKING EVERY SUPPORT I HAD FROM ME WASN'T ENOUGH YOU CONTINUED TO MAKE MY LIFE MISERABLE, ALL SO YOU COULD FUEL YOUR OWN SELF OBSESSED DELUSION... I tried so hard..." Y/n squeaks out painfully as she hangs her head.

"why was I so stupid? I just wanted to be liked..." Y/n sobs.

Chelsea's face shows no sign of remorse, impatiently she snaps, "oh stop snivelling will you! And don't shout. I told you I'm never gonna fall for your little pity party. So what if I made up those rumours, I bet if someone like you had the chance you would've stolen my necklace anyway, and I bet that you were happy your parents died, cause that's the kind of person you are, a villain."

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