"At least I’m not a 94-16-16-39!" (Pussy)

It took a long five minutes for Hudson to figure it out before he kicked the bottom of Kelly’s chair, making her jump.

 "I’m not the one that has small 5-8-8-5-16!" (Boobs)

"At least my 5-8-8-5-16 are bigger than yours!" (Boobs)

"You know what, you’re a 83-43-1!" (Bitch)

 "And you’re 31-39!" (Gay)

The gang watched like little kids as the two exchanged insults. Hudson secretly had a crush on Kelly and vice versa.

"I’m not the 9-47!" (Fag)

Tina was also watching but was enjoying Henry putting hickies on the back of her neck. She followed Hudson and Kelly in their game but scrunched her face in confusion. She looked at 9 (F) than 47 (Ag). "What’s a fag?"

The gang laughed at her lack of knowledge in slang. It would be no surprise if they opened her head and it was full of air. Nadia was getting annoyed with the laughter. "Shut up!"

"I want to know what a fag is, okay?" Tina replied. She got up, not realizing Henry was frowning that he had nothing to do. She never liked Nadia.

Nadia scooched back from her desk and stood up, face-to-face with Tina. "BETTE!!!" She hollered.

In the front of the room, Bette Porter looked up from her sketchbook and rotated her upper body to face the kids headed to juvy. She was already scared on what Nadia was going to say to single her out this time. Mrs. Espinosa looked up, eavesdropping on the conversation in the back but not doing anything about it. But now she was scared that the gangly teenagers brought her favorite student into it. Like the rest of the school population, she knew Nadia’s deadly talent in embarrassing every living thing as often as she could. Many students transferred and slit their wrists because of her.

 Nadia outstretched her arm, pointing directly at a beet red Bette with her index finger. "That’s a fag."

The class gasped as they all heard it. Gays and lesbians shared the same rights as every citizen for years now but discrimnation and prejudice still persisted.

Bette turned away, sinking lower into her chair, her Chucks skidding across the cheap tiles. Her heart was pounding in her ears. Three years ago, Nadia found out she was bi and decided to test our her new sexuality on Bette. It was mistake Bette would never make again. But she did ask Nadia to keep her closeted. In everyone else’s eyes, she was straight.