“You alright Porter?” Alice was looking at a groggy Bette still trying to hold in her laughter.

“No Alice,” Bette pinched the bridge of her nose trying to adjust to this world. “No , I’m not alright. I haven’t slept in days, I have a quiz next period which I’m not prepared for, and your fucking friend won’t leave me alone.” Bette said with her voice raised a little bit to loudly.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, alright. First of all I came over here because I could hear you moaning in your sleep, and I didn’t want you climax at our lunch table with half the school watching.” Bette finally looked and realized the few stares and snickers were no doubt about her. “And secondly what do my friends have to do with any of your problems?”

Bette looked over to Alice incredulously, “Like you don’t know.”

“Honestly Bette I have no idea what you’re talking about. But you would do well to keep your voice in check around these snooping nosy ass teachers.”

A few quick moves and everything appeared as though Bette and Alice were having a pleasant conversation. “Your friend Tina, or whatever the hell her name is, is fucking with my life.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Alice liked Tina she was a nice girl who enjoyed almost everything that Alice liked to do which is what made them mesh so well from the jump.

“She keeps dream casting herself into my sleep.”

“What?” Alice said not really believing that Tina could or would do something like that.

“Yea it started a couple of weeks ago. First it was all a big blur and nothing to serious. But now she’s … she’s umm…”

“What?!”

“She making me have sex with her.” Bette said quietly through tight lips her angry eyes now fixed on Alice. Alice looked at Bette and couldn’t help the small outburst of laughter that fell out of her mouth. “Fuck you Alice.” Bette got her things in her hand and was starting to get up.

“Wait, wait, wait Bette come on. Please sit down. I promise I won’t laugh anymore , I promise. I promise, okay.” Alice could tell Bette was starting to calm back down when she put her things back on the table. Shane and Dana came over right when Bette slammed her book back onto the table.