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Dahlia's POV

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Nothing I hate more than Monday's.

"We just can't be friends anymore, Billie. I can't do it. I was fine with being around you before you gave my damn ring to Luna, but now I just can't. I thought that ring meant something to you. It meant everything to me. And you just decided to give it to some bitch you claimed you were over. It's too hard being your friend, Billie. It's not allowing me to get over you, it's making me miserable and now I finally realize that, and I just think that we should both go our separate ways."

My precious speech. It would've been absolutely perfect. It would've settled things.

"Move, Luna. You know it's her seat." Billie mumbled boredly, not even bothering to look at Luna as she spoke. Luna got up and followed instructions like the good little lapdog she is.

Guess I can't judge. It's hard not to be a lapdog for Billie. I fucking am. I do whatever she wants. She wants me to be god damn miserable, she has to, and I'm doing that. She wants me to think about her all the time rather than moving the fuck on. I'm doing that.

"Sorry about her," She smiled as I sat down. "Have a good weekend? You never texted me back yesterday."

"It was cool. Sorry, I was busy." I smiled before turning to face Cadence instead. "Hey."

Cadence stared at me, then at Billie, then at me. "...Hi."

"Good weekend?" I asked weakly

"You've never asked me that."

"I'm asking now."

"It was good. You know, I was with you all day Saturday."

"Didn't see you yesterday. What did you get up to?"

"..."

She stared at me. I stared at her. Billie stared at the back of my head. I know it because I know that fucking feeling. The feeling of her stupid, beautiful eyes piercing through me.

"What is this? Is this small talk? What's happening here?" Cadence questioned.

"I'm just trying to show that I care about you and what you did yesterday." I mumbled.

"Well, stop it. I don't like it."

I sighed as I turned to face the front, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Um...So, did you guys sell a lot Saturday?" Billie asked. I nodded. "Yeah, we got rid of a lot of stuff."

I turned to face Cadence again because I knew if I didn't, Billie would continue talking. "Really like your hair. It's, like, extra straight today."

"Do you need the nurse?" She asked.

I turned to stare at the front again.

"How much did you guys end up making?" Billie questioned weakly. I let out a small breath. "We made—"

"You two! Am I gonna have to split you up?" Mrs. Bledgin questioned as if we were elementary schoolers. I perked up.

"You'll regret it if you do." Billie spat.

"Don't worry, Billie! She's too chicken to actually do it! She knows I'll...Be super mad if she does!" I said loudly.

"Move across the room, Dahlia! Now!" Her voice trembled as she tried to be stern and I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my stuff quickly and stood up.

"But—"

"Best not to argue with her when she gets this mad. Talk to you later!" I cut Billie off quickly before jogging across the room and plopping down in an empty seat. Right in front of Jacob Wesley, just my luck.

"Mm..." He groaned. "Your hair smells real good, Doe. Bet it'd smell better in my bed."

"I didn't think you could sound as stupid as you look, but guess what?" I shook my head and yanked my hair out of his grasp, leaning forward in my seat.

Well, I guess dealing with him is better than dealing with Billie.

***

"Are you sure you can't come check me out, dad? I've got a really bad stomach ache. I think it's my period or something." I whispered, looking around as I held the phone up to my ear.

"I'm at work, honey, you know I can't come get you. You mean to tell me you've been dealing with periods for seven years now and you still can't suck it up and make it through the last four hours of school?"

"That's really insensitive, dad."

"Well, it would be if you were actually on your period. But since you're lying through your crooked teeth—"

"They wouldn't be crooked if you'd gotten me the braces I needed when I was younger!" I hissed. "And they're really straight now, thanks to that stupid ass Invisalign—"

"Right. So did you call me just to lie about your period and yell about your yellow teeth or is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Are you kidding me?! You wanna talk about teeth?! You've had six cavities in three years! Yuck mouth."

"People with really nice teeth get cavities sometimes, Dahlia! You're stalling. Isn't it lunch time?"

"She's at my table, dad," I whined, stomping my foot as I peered through the glass in the cafeteria doors. She was sitting there, playing with her rings and looking around, probably waiting for me. Why the hell isn't she sitting with her new—old bitch? "Make her leave!"

"Dahlia, we are Does. We don't run away from our problems. We nag at them until they run away from us! Stop avoiding her."

"But—" He hung up on me. Bastard.

I rolled my eyes as I opened the door as quietly as I could. Even if I'd done it loudly, the noise in the cafeteria would've drowned it out, but still. Can't be too careful.

I slid through the lunch line as slowly as possible, hoping to kill time, but we still had fifteen minutes left by the time I got done.

I looked around quickly for somewhere else to sit. All my dumbass friends sit at the same table, though, and the ones that don't sit at Billie's usual table. I can't sit at Billie's table. Then she'd know I'm avoiding her on purpose.

Jessica doesn't have the same lunch period as me. Neither does Kai, Orb, Gigi or Ken. Why don't I have more friends? My god, I keep making them, but it seems like I can never make enough.

"Are you gonna get out of the way or what?!"

I turned to look behind me and saw some ugly as jock. I raised my brows at him. "You couldn't walk around? You really had to waste your energy telling me to move rather than just walking around?"

"Well, I wouldn't have to walk around if you'd just move out of the way," He huffed. "So move, loser. Now."

"Who the fuck do you think I am?" I chuckled bitterly. "And who do you think you are? You're not the boss of me and you can't talk to me like that. You don't even know me."

"I don't have to know you, sweetheart. I said move, so you're gonna move." He leaned down closer to me and gave me the scariest look he could.

I let out a small laugh before nodding my head at him. He wants to play? Okay, we'll play.

I slowly squatted down and put my tray on the ground before sitting completely down in front of him. I sat criss cross apple sauce and stared at him as I took my sandwich out of the wrapper and took a big bite. I didn't really give a shit that people were staring. "I've got time today." I smirked.

"You're gonna regret making me look stupid, little bitch." He mumbled before stepping around me. He's an absolute idiot. If anybody looks stupid it's me. I'm literally eating on a lunchroom floor right now.

"Oh, I'm just terrified!" I screamed after him at the top of my lungs. "I'm quaking in my boots! Let me hire my own personal security! I totally need the extra protection from some scrawny little reject football player with an eighties bowl cut and a face tattoo that looks like it was done by a two-year-old child!"

"Something wrong, Dahlia?"

I jumped and turned around quickly, dropping my sandwich on the floor as I saw Billie squatting down beside me. Literally how the hell did she get so close to me without me noticing?

I quickly closed my mouth as I realized I had some chewed sandwich bits still in my mouth. I chewed and swallowed it quickly as I shook my head and tried not to blush. "Nothing. Nothings wrong at all, why do you ask?" I cleared my throat, cringing at my high pitch.

"Well," She drew the word out as she pursed her lips and rubbed her hands together. "It's just that you're eating a turkey sandwich on a cafeteria floor, screaming at a guy you don't know about his bowl cut...Just thought I'd ask."

I shrugged and tried to act nonchalant. "It was a really hideous bowl cut," I mumbled, shrugging five more times for good measure. "You know how it is. I see a really horrendous bowl cut and it just completely sets me off." I shrugged yet again.

"I'd say it be like that sometimes, but...I really don't think it does," She mumbled. "Listen, how about I help you up off the floor and we go somewhere and talk. Sound good?"

"You know, I would, but I—"

"Let me rephrase, baby girl. I'm gonna help you up off the floor and we're gonna go somewhere and talk."

I gulped as I looked at her hard stare and took in the stern tone of voice she used. Yeah, I'd totally be her prison bitch.

"Well, when you put it that way." I grumbled.

***

"Explain to me, Dahlia, why you've been avoiding me."

I leaned against the bathroom sink, trying to act calm, cool and collected, and she paced in front of me.

"Avoiding? Oh, come on. I mean, we didn't see much of each other today, but avoiding? That's a...Word. A strong word. I'm totally not—"

"I didn't bring you in here so I could listen to you stutter and try to come up with some bullshit lie." She said, coming closer to me quickly. I bit my lip and held my breath as I waited for her to move away. "Try again. The truth this time."

I remained silent as she stared intensely at me and she sighed. "Just tell me what's going on in your head, Dahlia. I just wanna know what you're thinking about." She practically pleaded.

"You wanna know what—" I laughed and shook my head. I bit my thumb as I thought about what to say. God, I'd do anything to not be here in this bathroom with her right now. "My mom. Everything that happened with my mom. I'm still thinking about it." I lied.

She let out a bitter chuckle and shook her head as she backed away from me. "Why is it so fucking hard for you to tell me the truth? Do I look fucking dumb to you? You want me to believe that shit?"

"You don't get to be mad at me right now, I'm mad at you right now." I narrowed my eyes.

"And why the fuck is that?! What am I, a mind reader?"

"No, and you don't need to be! All you need to know why I'm mad at you is half a brain and a tiny bit of common sense!" I yelled. "And if you really, really don't get why I'm pissed off right now then you don't give a shit about me and you never did!"

"What the mother fuck are you talking about!?" She questioned.

"The ring! For fuck sake, the ring!"

She thought for a moment and then shook her head. "Are you kidding me? You're mad at me because of that stupid ass ring? You can have it back if you want it so bad—"

"I can't believe you!" I laughed. "I don't want that fucking shit back, it clearly meant nothing to you. I thought it was special, but apparently not."

"What—"

"Fuck off, Billie. Seriously, fuck off. I'm gonna see you two more times. At my brother's baby shower, and at prom. Other than that, I don't wanna see you. Don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't even think about me." I spat before pushing past her.

"You've gotta be kidding me, you overdramatic bitch! First of all, we still have a project—"

"We'll be done with it soon."

"Second of all, I'm not just gonna stop talking to you because your little feelings got hurt over something so stupid, and you didn't even tell me you were upset about it when I—"

"I'm not overdramatic, I'm not overreacting, and I'm not joking either. Don't. Talk to me. Again." I growled before storming out.

Fuck. My day is going great so far.

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A/N: I'm out in public for the first time in like a week and it's ewwie.