(A/N: Chapters 19-22 will be posted now and then 22-Epilogue a week later and then a week after that the Sequel will be posted.)
I don't know why I allowed Beck to buy me that large lemonade. I felt as if my bladder was about the burst. I scurried to the bathroom to take a whiz.
It sounded like rain as I had let it all out. Once, I was done I grabbed some tissue, wiped and flushed. As I pulled my pants up I heard the door open. I saw two pairs of feet and I silently groaned. I placed the lid down and pulled down my dress. Lifting my feet up, I stood on the toilet.
"So, how's everything going so far? Getting any information from the hoodrats yet?" I recognized Oliver's voice.
"Yeah, actually. Milan told me that Beck told her that you were transitioning to a guy." Shock filled me as I realized it was indeed Heather's voice.
"As if! I only made that bullshit up because I knew he would tell her. I wanted to see if she was a low lying bitch and would try tell the whole school that lie."
"Oh." Heather said, applying her lipstick over.
"Are you getting through with Tisha?" She asked and I saw Heather shake her head.
"We kissed a few times, but that's it. I thought you said if I did this, she'd want me. She's all over Dave and it makes me sick." Heather growled.
"Yeah, that's because they like each other bimbo. I already told you, don't worry about her on a personal level. You're supposed to take them down, not fall for them." She grimly said, standing behind Heather and slipping her hand up her shirt.
"I want her."
"Do you really want her?" She hissed, pulling away from Heather. A scowl replaced the wicked smile she had earlier. "Kiss me."
"No, gross."
Ooh, burn.
"Aren't you lesbian?" I gasped, silently. Well, it wasn't really a surprise. "Don't you like every single girl?"
"It doesn't work like that, you idiot." She hissed.
"Whatever, meet me in the library tonight, sister." She blew her a kiss and stomped out of the bathroom.
Heather splashed her face with water and sighed. "I can't wait to betray that wicked bitch." She looked up at herself in the mirror, before leaving and kicking the door.
I waited a few minutes, to make sure everything was clear, before I ran out the bathroom and went looking for Tisha. Luckily, they were still at our table.
"Guys!" I shouted and everyone looked at me as if I was crazy.
"What?" They all chorused.
"I was in the bathroom right and Oliver came in with Heather. They were talking about how Heather is basically only with us because she likes Tisha and how she's a lesbian. Oliver had her hand up her shirt and was trying to seduce her I guess. Oh, and she lied about transitioning, she knew you'd tell me, so she wanted me to spread a rumour about it. But, Heather's planning on backstabbing Oliver."
"Girls are crazy." Dave spoke up first.
"I agree."
"We're not all crazy, only white girls. No offense."
"Hey, none taken." Beck held up his hands.
This chapter is very short, it's just a filler chapter, because I officially have writer's block. But, I'm going to speed up a few weeks for the other three chapters and then the epilogue.
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