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“The freak is checking on you again.”
Alice points to her back, Bette slightly turns her head.
Christina Kennard sits in the last roll of the seat, right next to the window. She holds a pencil in her hand, wandering in her deep thought, the hazel eyes are so clear that Bette can see the dark pupils.
“You are crazy, Al, she is not.” Bette rolls her eyes. “Maybe it is you have a crush on her.”
“Me? To that tomboy? You must be kidding me, I’m not a dyke like her.”
“Well, you just observed her.”
“If I have to sleep with her, I would rather sleep with a chimpanzee.” Alice.
“Careful for your wish.” Bette smirks.
“Very funny” Alice gives her a dead look. “Who will be willing to go out with her, I mean, does she even change her clothes?”
“You called that clothes?” Kelly says. “The best noun I will use is a rag.”
“Don’t force me to remind you, Porter, I remember the first day of the school someone just said that we found our new target and so going to have fun, it’s been weeks now.” Adele joins in.
“Agree.” Kelly. “I’m freaking boring, Alice’s annoying ideas are no help at all.”
“Hey, at least someone’s brain is working.”
“You need to use your brain to come up those ideas? Al, I so disappointed of you.”
“Glad I have one instead of leaving nothing inside of the skull like you, I can count that it is empty inside.”
While they are arguing, Bette slowly turns her head. Then she sees her, the mystery Tina Kennard checking on her. Their eyes meet, Tina quickly lower her head, pretend nothing happened.
“Bette, Bette, Bette Porter!”
“Huh? What?” Being pulled back to the reality, Bette replied numbly.
“Jesus, where have you been?”
“Nothing.” Bette shrug. “
“So, what are we waiting for?” Kelly excitedly claps her hands.
Bette sighs. “Fine, what do you want to do?”
“Any ideas?” Kelly is really excited.
“Nope.” Bette says.
“You are a party blooper, Porter.” Alice says.
“Come on, Bette, don’t be selfish, let the girls have some fun.” Adele says with a warning tone. Bette frowns, this is not going to end up well.