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“You can have any of them. Please. Take them all.”
“Are you implying they’d all fit at once? Because we both know out of the two of us who is the loooosey gooooosey.”
“You astound me with your weirdness.” I laugh and it echoes off the walls.
We stop when we hear the sound of other girls coming into the locker rooms.
“Pass me my clothes, Alice,” I hiss.
“What the fuck do you pack of hairless rats want?” Alice asks, no small amount of vehemence in her tone.
“Looky here, I thought I smelled a couple of lems,” Asher calls over the sound of the shower.
I quickly rinse myself off.
“Step aside, brace face.”
“Not a fucking chance,” Alice replies and I quickly wrap my towel around my dripping body.
“Clothes, Alice,” I hiss.
I fucking hate school.
“Give those back now, you skanky-ass bitch,” Alice yells and the girls who accompanied Asher start laughing. I hear my bag being tossed around between them.
“Nah, I think I’ll keep them.”
I step out of the shower with nothing but my plush white towel wrapped around my body lengthwise. It’s secure for now but not so secure that I can start scrapping and not have to worry about being naked.
“You know…” I glare at Asher. “You think you’re getting one back by being this much of a bitch, but trust this, I am twice as smart as you, twice as strong as you, twice sexier than you, and ten times more devious.” I step towards her and the three girls around her. “You’re brave and bold now in your little clique, but you won’t always have them.”
“Exactly,” Alice replies, her eyes blazing. “Give her back her shit.”
“We’ll call a truce.”
Asher laughs like I’m hilarious. “Bitch, please, I could put your lily-white ass down with both hands tied behind my back.” The others grin, loving the altercation and drama. One pulls her phone out.
“Fine,” I relent, smiling softly. “Let’s go, Alice.”
“What?” Alice asks, blinking. “You want to leave here in a towel?”
“Yep. Let’s go home, get me something to wear, come back here and see if she can really put me on my ass with both hands tied behind her back.”
The girls stop laughing and Asher’s smile fades.
“Or you could give me my clothes now,” I say with a shrug, “and we could have this out here. Or are you too chicken?”
“Bock bock,” Alice jests and this time it’s us who laugh.
“I’m not scared of you,” Asher says, glancing sideways at her girls but her bravado is fading.
“Come on, Ash, we both know I did two years inside; you really think I haven’t taken on scarier girls than you?”
She opens and closes her mouth, struggling to find a retort.
“Or… you can stop conforming to society and how it perceives women, you can give me back my clothes and maybe we can start again? Who knows? We might actually become friends.”
Nervously laughing, she flips her black hair over her shoulder. “You really think I want to be friends with you?”
“I think so, yeah. I think you’d rather be my friend than my enemy.”
“You fucked up my relationship.”
“No, sweetie,” Alice puts in, her tone patronizing and I fucking love it. “You fucked up your relationship. On a desk. In school. With a guy nowhere near as hot as Melvin, nor smart.”
We tap our forefingers together and sizzle, because we are one now.
“Your choice, pick one of three. One, get your ass beat later. Two, get your ass beat now, I’ll do that shit naked, I don’t care. Three, start again, let’s be friends without the slut shaming and the hate.”
She lets out a noise that I think was supposed to be a laugh but turned into a choke. She side-eyes the girls again and they are all waiting for her to make a move.
“They aren’t looking for blood either, Asher. They’re here because they think they should be.”
“Don’t speak for me,” one of them snaps, blinking so rapidly it kind of creeps me out.
“Make your choice, Asher,” I insist, ignoring Blinky, and comb my fingers through my damp hair ends. I tried to not get it wet but it’s difficult. I pull it back up into a twist as Asher takes her sweet time deciding what to do here.
“Do you bitch if your friend takes too long in a store?” she asks randomly and her friends’ heads all turn so suddenly both Alice and I jolt back. Bunch of fucked-up owly teens. That was creepy as hell.
“Never been to the mall with a friend to know for sure.”
“I bitch,” Alice says, raising her hand. “I mean… I sit and tell a girl she’s hot… but I bitch. If I’m not doing the trying, I’m doing the crying.”
Asher throws my bag back to me. “Fine. Option three. Friends. You’re right. I’m constantly bitching about how women aren’t taken seriously, and causing shit with a sister because of a bunch of boys isn’t doing us any favors.”
