All people could talk about the next day was fucking Betty and her dramatic whatever that was on her Instagram. She wiped it- deleted all her posts, deleted her bio, and changed her profile picture to just black.
The only thing on her account is that stupid little publicity stunt saying “Sorry, the old Betty can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, ‘cause she’s dead”. Please. I’ve seen better. Shit, I’ve done better.
All she wants is attention. That’s why she hasn’t been back to school, either. Not that I’ve talked to her. That’s obvious, I can’t stand that bitch.
When she was still with James, she was always like ‘oh my god I have a boyfriend blah blah blah we had sex again hehehe’. Yeah, and? I’ve fucked your boyfriend, too, don’t think you’re so special.
But then I met Cory. He has eyes like a jungle: green and easy as hell to get lost in. He’s a sophomore in college. He went to our high school, but I didn’t notice him until right after James’s big Fourth of July party. I had come back home, and he was at my parents house for some odd reason. Then we started dating a few weeks later.
So, yeah.
Also, it is completely rigged that Betty is the front runner for queen. I’ve been the most popular girl in the grade since elementary school. She’s only been somewhat of a main character for two years. I deserve it so much more than her. She would never be where she is now if it wasn’t for me. I shaped her. All James did was keep her around; he doesn’t get credit.
But good on Este for still being around for Betty. Este was my best friend all throughout middle school. We were still friends freshman year, just not as close. Then sophomore year, everyone in this stupid school and their mom became obsessed with fucking Betty.
I never got the hype about her. I was nice to her, I guess, kind of. As nice as I could fake. But she made it so hard.
That’s why I always talked to Hannah. I didn’t have to fake as much around her.
But still, I don’t understand how everyone idolized Betty. She’s too twiggy, she doesn’t have an ass or boobs, and she has the personality of a speck of dirt. She gives me “I’m not like the other girls” vibes.
At lunch on Monday, I did my announcement; nothing special today. Just reminding everyone that homecoming is this weekend, and there’s no school on Friday due to setup and weekend festivities.
Then I saw something interesting. Caught me really off guard. The cross country star, Piper Sanchez, and that invisible choir girl (I think her name is Dorothea?) were holding hands. And if I didn’t know about this, then it obviously wasn’t common knowledge.
So, I did the only right thing: to go give them a little bit of shit for it.
No, I’m not homophobic. Personally, I really don’t care. Do what or who you want, I guess. But how else are you supposed to remind everyone on a daily basis that I am the queen and I hold all the power? To me, there’s no other way than to be a bitch to everyone.
So I put a smug smile on my face and walked my fine ass over to them. The choir girl’s, again I don’t really know who she is, face paled and she dropped Piper’s hand. Piper looked at the girl with a puzzled look then her eyes shot up and met mine.
I gave a fake friendly smile and waved.
"Hey, Inez,” Piper said, trying to play it cool. She was definitely sweating a little bit. I had that effect on people. Mostly boys, though.
“No need to cake on a nice act. I’ll just get to the point,” I told them.
“Great,” she mumbled.
“When did this little gay thing happen? Piper, I knew you were bi, but who’s your girlfriend? I didn’t know she was gay,” I said, making a bit of a face at that choir girl.
Choir Girl rolled her eyes. “Uh, my name’s Dorothea. We were on student council together freshman year,” she told me.
I gave her my red-lip, classic bitch smile.
“Well, obviously not important or impactful enough for me to remember,” I snapped.
“Whatever,” Dorothea said. “Also, I’m not gay, I’m bi, too, so don’t go around saying that I’m gay when I’m not.”
I laughed. “Oh baby, I can say whatever the fuck I want,” I said. I put my hands on the table and bent down at the waist to look her in the eye. “I have so much power over this grade and these people, you could never, even in your wildest dreams. I could simply type out a sentence, and everyone at this school could turn against you like that,” I told her, snapping my fingers for greater effect.
“Whatever, Inez. We’re not dating either,” Piper said.
I snapped my head to face her. “I don’t care,” I snapped.
They both sighed, so I figured my instigating worked and that this was successful. So I put on my nice-looking fake smile again.
“Bye, babes,” I said, blowing them a kiss. I turned around with extra sass, spinning on one of my 4 inch heels and did my best strut back over to my table. I sat down beside Alana and glared at Dorothea from across the room.
Being a bitch and showing off power like that gave me such a rush, like a special type of drug. My drug, my baby, that I’ll be using for the rest of my life.
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