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CHAPTER: 17 "Asdf"
WORDS: 1896 [45080/50000]
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Going to school on Monday with Dalia was the most natural thing ever. Neither girl could quite figure out why they'd been so irritated at each other. They were laughing and joking and being right together when they stepped into the school building. Helena walked with Dalia to her locker and the taller girl waved to an astounded Andy who was already at her locker, which was situation down the hall from Dalia's. They walked over to the girl and she seemed a little wary.
"So you guys made up?" Andy asked, not looking at Dalia.
Helena's smile disappeared. Shit, she'd forgotten that Dalia and Andy still hadn't had a chance to talk and get over their issues with each other. Helena bit her lip and nodded, trying to be nonchalant. "It was at Micky's party. I was upset and Dalia made a smartass comment and soon we were all over each other."
"Geez, Hel, make us sound like a dirty couple, why don't you?" Dalia said wryly, but a tiny smile on her lips.
Andy nodded, trying not to let her irritation show. "Guess I missed a lot not going to that party. What happened there? You left me half a dozen text messages all saying that something had happened with Gray."
Helena stopped and looked around. She dropped her voice. "We had a fight. A bad one. I don't know if we're still together or not."
Andy looked confused. "How do you not know?"
"Well, Alec came over and he really drunk and he said that Gray had said that we had broken up. But Gray didn't say anything to me and I just don't know."
"That's a lot of people saying things," Andy said dryly. "So you haven't talked to Gray all weekend?"
Helena shook her head.
"Oh. Okay. Were the two of you hanging out together then? Because I kept trying to call you, but you wouldn't answer or text back," Andy tried to say this kindly, without sounding upset or accusatory.
Helena blushed, looking guilty. "Andy, I'm so sorry. A lot happened and then I spent so much time hanging out with Ian and Dalia and I was just preoccupied."
Andy nodded, trying to seem understanding. "I get it," she said, her voice quiet. She grabbed her books and shut her locker. "Sorry, gotta run."
Andy walked off and Helena leaned against the lockers and sighed.
"God, Dal, am I a really horrible friend?"
"Depends on the day." Dalia shrugged.
"Gee, thanks." She bit the insides of her mouth. "I mean -- we did do a lot together this weekend. I mean, we were honestly busy, not just messing around and ignoring her."
"Well, maybe you were kind of ignoring her."
"I suck."
"Occasionally, yeah."
Helena licked her lips and looked down the hall down which Andy had disappeared. "I don't know what to do. I mean, I want to hang out with you, but I also need to hang out with her and -- I don't want things to be awkward with you and Andy."
Dalia shrugged. "Do what you have to. I'll hang out with you, but I'm a little over her bullshit."
"Weren't you over my bullshit too?"
She shrugged again. "I was. But then I remembered why I liked you. Guess I just need to spend some time with Andy too."
Helena nodded. "That should work. It'd be nice if all three of us were friends again."
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Helena's and Dalia's plan to hang out with Andy at lunch didn't pan out. They couldn't find the girl anywhere.
Andy, pissed off and feeling left out, had found herself a corner in the library and spent lunch there, writing up the draft for an essay that wasn't due for another two weeks.
She felt stupid, she felt alone. She hated that so much had gone down at Micky's party and Helena didn't even want to tell her the details. Just that something had happened with Gray and they weren't really together anymore but she and Dalia were suddenly best friends again. Seeing the two of them made her feel like such an intruder. Helena and Dalia had been friends for years before she'd shown up and she knew that while both the girls really liked her, she didn't have the vital shared history that they had. She didn't have private jokes dating back to second grade with them. It made Andy miss her old friends in Seattle. She still kept in touch with them, but it wasn't exactly the same as having them right there with her. She missed her old life. She felt disconnected from her present.
There was just so much going on. There was all this stuff that had happened to her best friend that she knew absolutely nothing about. There was pressure at home with her mom and her need to keep up her grades. There was not knowing a single thing about what her brother did when he went out. She was sure that it couldn't be anything hardcore like drugs because Sammy had seemed fine. She'd given up on keeping tabs on him at school. He kept slipping out anyway and she was frustrated. Even more so because their mom didn't do anything but chastise him. It was bad. At school, with her friends, with her family ... god. She felt out of the loop. She just didn't know things anymore. One weekend and her whole reality had spun in a completely different direction.
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"Psst, Dalia!" A paper ball hit the back of her head and Dalia whirled around. She scooped up the ball and hurled it back at the kid who had thrown it at her.
"What?"
The speaker, a twerpy kid with a mean overbite and acne named Parker, leaned forwards and stage whispered, "Are you a lesbian?"
"Um, excuse me?" Dalia's brows were raised in shock.
A guy who was sitting next to Parker nodded. "Yeah, we heard you were one."
"Oh really?" she asked. "Exactly from where?"
The second kid shrugged. "Around. Everywhere. Everyone's saying it."
Parker piped up. "So are you really one?"
"No I'm not," Dalia said shortly and turned away. Morons.
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Helena looked troubled as she met Dalia by her locker. Dalia had a mean scowl on her face.
"So you've heard?" Helena asked, frowning.
"From everyfuckingone," Dalia hissed.
"This is such a stupid rumor. Don't worry, it'll die down," Helena said, trying to be optimistic.
"I don't give a shit if people think I'm a lezzie or not, I just wanna know what genius came up with it."
Helena shrugged. "I have no clue. I just know that it's stupid."
"It is. I just hate these fucking morons coming up to me, asking about it. How many times can I say that I'm straight. And it's not like I can tell people that Ian's my boyfriend -- he's not supposed to be dating me."
"I know, it's a mess. But ... well, look, do you really need something to prove to these people? They'll believe anything. And Dal, you know I've had my fair share of rumors spread about me."
Dalia nodded darkly, remembering the lies that had sprung up about Helena having rhinoplasty. Just because she was rich and pretty didn't automatically mean that she had had someone tweak her face. "Fucking, fucking idiots," Dalia muttered under her breath as Helena hooked her arm through hers and walked outside.
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Troubling as the new rumors about Dalia being a lesbian were, the two of them had talked themselves hoarse about it after school. The prevalent thing on Helena's mind when she got home and signed on to MSN was what was going on with her and Gray. Ian had said that it was probably a good idea to talk to Gray about it and Helena thought so too. She didn't think that she could be comfortable with Gray after everything that he had said to her that night, but she didn't want to be the last one to know if he was really planning on dumping her. Or had dumped her already. Without her knowledge.
She paused when she saw him on on her list. Biting her lip, she closed the messenger window. She drew up Facebook and searched up his profile. She knew it was probably stupid to check on there to see if he had broken up with her or not, but when she went to his profile, it was still there. His status was listed as 'In a relationship'. She breathed out, before she froze. Wait. It just said in a relationship, not who with. She was sure that both their profiles linked to each others'. If not her, was he in a relationship with someone else?
She scrambled for the mouse, clicking MSN open again. She stared at his name. She had to ask him. Not because she was desperate and wanting to get back with him after everything he'd said about her, but ... she had a right to know. She clicked on his name and stared for a second, suddenly dumbfounded. What exactly was she going to ask? Hey Gray, what's up? Say, have we broken up or no? It sounded moronic even in her head. Biting her lip, she just send a perfunctory, 'Hey'.
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Gray was typing up his government essay when his MSN flashed. Looking down at the bar, he saw that it was only Helena. Snorting, he kept typing. Finishing his intro, knowing that she was probably chewing her fingernails off waiting for him to answer, he IMed her back.
HELENA SAYS: 'We have to talk.'
Gray rolled his eyes and typed in, yes.
HELENA SAYS: 'Have you been telling people that we've broken up?'
Ah. Good Alec. He knew just when to use that mouth of his sometimes.
GRAY SAYS: 'No. Do you want to break up?'
HELENA SAYS: 'I don't know.'
Fucking great answer.
GRAY SAYS: 'We should take some time off.'
HELENA SAYS: 'Since I'm such an easy, open cunt?'
GRAY SAYS: 'Exactly.'
There was no answer from her side. She'd probably run away to cry. Rolling his eyes, he exed out of the window, muttering, "Stupid bitch."
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Helena sat back on her desk, fingers hovering over her keyboard, fuming. Gray's careless 'Exactly' was like a slap in the face. She wanted to yell at him. She wanted to hit him. But at the moment, the only thing that she could do to even try and hurt him was send him angry IMs, and she didn't want to that immature about it. She blinked, her lashes wet. Gray was an ass, she knew that. It shouldn't hurt so much for some guy to call her names. She'd be called names before. But maybe because it was Gray, maybe because he used to be so good to her, his rejection, his insensitivity, his whatever, hurt like a bitch.
Staring at her messenger list, she also saw Andy online. Her fingers hovered, about to click on her name, talk to her. But ... Andy hadn't seemed so keen on talking to her that day at school. She didn't want to try and reconcile with Andy but just talk about herself. Shaking her head, and stepped away from her computer and curled up on her bed, reaching for her phone. She called Dalia.
CHAPTER: 17 "Asdf"
WORDS: 1896 [45080/50000]
RATING:
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Going to school on Monday with Dalia was the most natural thing ever. Neither girl could quite figure out why they'd been so irritated at each other. They were laughing and joking and being right together when they stepped into the school building. Helena walked with Dalia to her locker and the taller girl waved to an astounded Andy who was already at her locker, which was situation down the hall from Dalia's. They walked over to the girl and she seemed a little wary.
"So you guys made up?" Andy asked, not looking at Dalia.
Helena's smile disappeared. Shit, she'd forgotten that Dalia and Andy still hadn't had a chance to talk and get over their issues with each other. Helena bit her lip and nodded, trying to be nonchalant. "It was at Micky's party. I was upset and Dalia made a smartass comment and soon we were all over each other."
"Geez, Hel, make us sound like a dirty couple, why don't you?" Dalia said wryly, but a tiny smile on her lips.
Andy nodded, trying not to let her irritation show. "Guess I missed a lot not going to that party. What happened there? You left me half a dozen text messages all saying that something had happened with Gray."
Helena stopped and looked around. She dropped her voice. "We had a fight. A bad one. I don't know if we're still together or not."
Andy looked confused. "How do you not know?"
"Well, Alec came over and he really drunk and he said that Gray had said that we had broken up. But Gray didn't say anything to me and I just don't know."
"That's a lot of people saying things," Andy said dryly. "So you haven't talked to Gray all weekend?"
Helena shook her head.
"Oh. Okay. Were the two of you hanging out together then? Because I kept trying to call you, but you wouldn't answer or text back," Andy tried to say this kindly, without sounding upset or accusatory.
Helena blushed, looking guilty. "Andy, I'm so sorry. A lot happened and then I spent so much time hanging out with Ian and Dalia and I was just preoccupied."
Andy nodded, trying to seem understanding. "I get it," she said, her voice quiet. She grabbed her books and shut her locker. "Sorry, gotta run."
Andy walked off and Helena leaned against the lockers and sighed.
"God, Dal, am I a really horrible friend?"
"Depends on the day." Dalia shrugged.
"Gee, thanks." She bit the insides of her mouth. "I mean -- we did do a lot together this weekend. I mean, we were honestly busy, not just messing around and ignoring her."
"Well, maybe you were kind of ignoring her."
"I suck."
"Occasionally, yeah."
Helena licked her lips and looked down the hall down which Andy had disappeared. "I don't know what to do. I mean, I want to hang out with you, but I also need to hang out with her and -- I don't want things to be awkward with you and Andy."
Dalia shrugged. "Do what you have to. I'll hang out with you, but I'm a little over her bullshit."
"Weren't you over my bullshit too?"
She shrugged again. "I was. But then I remembered why I liked you. Guess I just need to spend some time with Andy too."
Helena nodded. "That should work. It'd be nice if all three of us were friends again."
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Helena's and Dalia's plan to hang out with Andy at lunch didn't pan out. They couldn't find the girl anywhere.
Andy, pissed off and feeling left out, had found herself a corner in the library and spent lunch there, writing up the draft for an essay that wasn't due for another two weeks.
She felt stupid, she felt alone. She hated that so much had gone down at Micky's party and Helena didn't even want to tell her the details. Just that something had happened with Gray and they weren't really together anymore but she and Dalia were suddenly best friends again. Seeing the two of them made her feel like such an intruder. Helena and Dalia had been friends for years before she'd shown up and she knew that while both the girls really liked her, she didn't have the vital shared history that they had. She didn't have private jokes dating back to second grade with them. It made Andy miss her old friends in Seattle. She still kept in touch with them, but it wasn't exactly the same as having them right there with her. She missed her old life. She felt disconnected from her present.
There was just so much going on. There was all this stuff that had happened to her best friend that she knew absolutely nothing about. There was pressure at home with her mom and her need to keep up her grades. There was not knowing a single thing about what her brother did when he went out. She was sure that it couldn't be anything hardcore like drugs because Sammy had seemed fine. She'd given up on keeping tabs on him at school. He kept slipping out anyway and she was frustrated. Even more so because their mom didn't do anything but chastise him. It was bad. At school, with her friends, with her family ... god. She felt out of the loop. She just didn't know things anymore. One weekend and her whole reality had spun in a completely different direction.
♥ ♥ ♥
"Psst, Dalia!" A paper ball hit the back of her head and Dalia whirled around. She scooped up the ball and hurled it back at the kid who had thrown it at her.
"What?"
The speaker, a twerpy kid with a mean overbite and acne named Parker, leaned forwards and stage whispered, "Are you a lesbian?"
"Um, excuse me?" Dalia's brows were raised in shock.
A guy who was sitting next to Parker nodded. "Yeah, we heard you were one."
"Oh really?" she asked. "Exactly from where?"
The second kid shrugged. "Around. Everywhere. Everyone's saying it."
Parker piped up. "So are you really one?"
"No I'm not," Dalia said shortly and turned away. Morons.
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Helena looked troubled as she met Dalia by her locker. Dalia had a mean scowl on her face.
"So you've heard?" Helena asked, frowning.
"From everyfuckingone," Dalia hissed.
"This is such a stupid rumor. Don't worry, it'll die down," Helena said, trying to be optimistic.
"I don't give a shit if people think I'm a lezzie or not, I just wanna know what genius came up with it."
Helena shrugged. "I have no clue. I just know that it's stupid."
"It is. I just hate these fucking morons coming up to me, asking about it. How many times can I say that I'm straight. And it's not like I can tell people that Ian's my boyfriend -- he's not supposed to be dating me."
"I know, it's a mess. But ... well, look, do you really need something to prove to these people? They'll believe anything. And Dal, you know I've had my fair share of rumors spread about me."
Dalia nodded darkly, remembering the lies that had sprung up about Helena having rhinoplasty. Just because she was rich and pretty didn't automatically mean that she had had someone tweak her face. "Fucking, fucking idiots," Dalia muttered under her breath as Helena hooked her arm through hers and walked outside.
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Troubling as the new rumors about Dalia being a lesbian were, the two of them had talked themselves hoarse about it after school. The prevalent thing on Helena's mind when she got home and signed on to MSN was what was going on with her and Gray. Ian had said that it was probably a good idea to talk to Gray about it and Helena thought so too. She didn't think that she could be comfortable with Gray after everything that he had said to her that night, but she didn't want to be the last one to know if he was really planning on dumping her. Or had dumped her already. Without her knowledge.
She paused when she saw him on on her list. Biting her lip, she closed the messenger window. She drew up Facebook and searched up his profile. She knew it was probably stupid to check on there to see if he had broken up with her or not, but when she went to his profile, it was still there. His status was listed as 'In a relationship'. She breathed out, before she froze. Wait. It just said in a relationship, not who with. She was sure that both their profiles linked to each others'. If not her, was he in a relationship with someone else?
She scrambled for the mouse, clicking MSN open again. She stared at his name. She had to ask him. Not because she was desperate and wanting to get back with him after everything he'd said about her, but ... she had a right to know. She clicked on his name and stared for a second, suddenly dumbfounded. What exactly was she going to ask? Hey Gray, what's up? Say, have we broken up or no? It sounded moronic even in her head. Biting her lip, she just send a perfunctory, 'Hey'.
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Gray was typing up his government essay when his MSN flashed. Looking down at the bar, he saw that it was only Helena. Snorting, he kept typing. Finishing his intro, knowing that she was probably chewing her fingernails off waiting for him to answer, he IMed her back.
HELENA SAYS: 'We have to talk.'
Gray rolled his eyes and typed in, yes.
HELENA SAYS: 'Have you been telling people that we've broken up?'
Ah. Good Alec. He knew just when to use that mouth of his sometimes.
GRAY SAYS: 'No. Do you want to break up?'
HELENA SAYS: 'I don't know.'
Fucking great answer.
GRAY SAYS: 'We should take some time off.'
HELENA SAYS: 'Since I'm such an easy, open cunt?'
GRAY SAYS: 'Exactly.'
There was no answer from her side. She'd probably run away to cry. Rolling his eyes, he exed out of the window, muttering, "Stupid bitch."
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Helena sat back on her desk, fingers hovering over her keyboard, fuming. Gray's careless 'Exactly' was like a slap in the face. She wanted to yell at him. She wanted to hit him. But at the moment, the only thing that she could do to even try and hurt him was send him angry IMs, and she didn't want to that immature about it. She blinked, her lashes wet. Gray was an ass, she knew that. It shouldn't hurt so much for some guy to call her names. She'd be called names before. But maybe because it was Gray, maybe because he used to be so good to her, his rejection, his insensitivity, his whatever, hurt like a bitch.
Staring at her messenger list, she also saw Andy online. Her fingers hovered, about to click on her name, talk to her. But ... Andy hadn't seemed so keen on talking to her that day at school. She didn't want to try and reconcile with Andy but just talk about herself. Shaking her head, and stepped away from her computer and curled up on her bed, reaching for her phone. She called Dalia.