one to spill the beans by writing your little, tiny, barely there secret in the girls locker room.”
I stare pointedly at Brantley’s recent ex, Shelly. Recent as in, they broke up at the door of this very class.
Brantley sucks in a breath, practically burning holes into the side of Shelly’s head but the poor, disorganized, and badly coordinated girl with a terrible fashion sense ignores him, a secret smile on her face.
She can hear everything, and he knows it.
“Girls are devious little things, aren’t they?” I wink at Brantley, feeling like I want to run away, but I can’t stop myself from being this vindictive bitch. From being my father’s daughter.
“Miss Montague,” Mrs. Henry calls from the front of the class, a pissed off expression on her face. “Do you mind telling us the answer to the question?”
All eyes turn to look at me. Again.
I’ve practically been out of it today, listening in class should be the last thing on my mind. I glance at Roxy, and she stares at me, a smirk on her face, waiting for what I have to say.
She and everyone else in this damn class expects me to fail, but that’s just not me. In my haze and the mess in my head, I actually heard every single thing Mrs. Henry said, like background noise.
“Well…” I sit up straight in my seat, a smile on my face, pretending like everything is perfect with me. “It seems to me like Pip was just a fool who refused to see the truth that was right in front of him for a long time.”
Mrs. Henry raises an eyebrow that clearly needs major help. A little trim won’t help that bush. She needs hedge clippers for that mess. “Why do you say that?”
“Estella, the cold-hearted, Miss Havisham incarnated,” I start, looking at Roxy as I say that. “—never loved Pip. And for a boy who Dickens claims to be smart and observant, helping the convict and all that Mother Teresa mess, Pip should have seen immediately that the girl didn’t love him at all.”
“Interesting,” Mrs. Henry says, folding her arms. “Have you considered that maybe his blindness to Estella’s indifference is because of his background, or his ambitions of wanting to be a better man. To do better and have beautiful things in life?”
We all want beautiful things in life, but that shouldn’t make us stupid and blind.
“Yes, that might be so, but when someone doesn’t love you, it’s really obvious. Right, Roxy?” I glance at the blonde queen bitch. She watches me right back. What’s one more Friday afternoon bit of gossip to keep people off my back and digging into my personal life?
“I’m actually with you on that one, Mia,” she starts, her voice soft and airy. She flips her long, shiny locks over her shoulder, her shirt tightening, making the swell of her tits tighter. I notice the looks of lust she receives from the male population of our class, and to be honest, it’s been like that with Roxanne Bishop since kindergarten.
She’s bewitched every single boy that she meets. She’s the head cheerleader. Everyone wants to be her friend, but since she’s the queen bitch of our school, apparently, she has an exclusive friend list.
She’s every cliché imaginable. Well, except that she was actually smarter than people realize. She’s the perfect distraction.
“You are?” I question.
“Yes,” Roxy starts, ignoring the shocked looks we’re both getting.
“Please explain, Miss Bishop,” Mrs. Henry prompts, a shocked look on her face that Roxy and I actually agree on something.
It’s high school, even teachers hear about student gossip.
People like to think Roxy, her crew, and I hate each other. Which is far from the truth. The thing is, Roxy and her besties, have never been enemies of mine.
The R.A.C.K and I have never been openly hateful toward each other, hell, Charlotte and Roxy attended the same ballet class as me when we were kids, until they dropped out like little punks when things got harder. But not me. I’m the daughter of the great Nancy Montague, there’s no quitting for me. EVER.
“Well, we all know that Estella was cold. She was a user, a bad person, raised by Miss Havisham and all that jazz,” Roxy starts, her voice captivating enough to shut down the room. “But Pip was the bigger fool in this story. When someone shows you who they are, you should believe them. Not try to mold them into something they’re not.”