Ophelia stood by the sinks, staring at her reflection. She had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. She could have sworn she had heard Mae yelling a few minutes ago.
A black-haired girl walked into the bathroom and smirked at Ophelia, and then turned a faucet on and began to wash her hands.
“One of the cheerleaders, I think,” Ophelia thought. “But which one…? Sawyer, I think.”
Her thoughts were cut short when the girl scooped up a large amount of water and splashed it across the front of Ophelia’s dress.
Ophelia cried out, both in shock and because the water was so cold.
“Oh, oopsie!” Sawyer squealed. She sneered at Ophelia. “You know, you really should be more careful with silk.”
Ophelia stared at her. “Thank you.”
“Excuse me?”
“Thank you. For a minute there, I forgot why I avoided places like this and people like you.”
Sawyer rolled her eyes. “Avoided us? Honey, look around you. To everyone here who matters, you’re vapor, you’re spam, a waste of perfectly good yearbook space, and nothing’s ever gonna change that.”
Ophelia bit her lip, looking upset for a second.
Sawyer sneered. “Oh, you aren’t going to cry, are you?”
Ophelia saw Emily walk in and close the door silently behind her.
“Cry?” Ophelia said, a smile crossing her face slowly. “Quite the opposite.”
She slapped Sawyer across the face once-- “That’s for treating my friends like crap--” and again-- “And that’s for putting down Tiffani behind her back--” and punched Sawyer in the face, knocking her onto the floor. “And that’s for me.”
Ophelia looked over at Emily.
Emily looked from Ophelia, to the half-conscious cheerleader, and back. “Nope, didn’t see anything,” Emily said with a shrug. She hugged Ophelia tightly.
“What was that for?” Ophelia asked, surprised.
“Just for being a good person.”
Ophelia grinned and grabbed Emily’s hand, leading her out of the bathroom. “Come on, let’s go get Louie and hit that pizza place down the street. This dance kinda sucks.”
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AJ sat, dejectedly watching the couples dance.
“Hey there, hot stuff,” a voice said. He looked up.
“Tiffani!” he cried out.
“Where’s Ophelia?” Tiffani asked.
AJ sighed. “She just ran away with my sister and this nerdy guy. Where’s your date?”
“Kenny?” Tiffani asked.
“That double-crosser!” AJ thought angrily. "Yeah, him," he said aloud.
“Right now, I’m pretty sure he’s still curled up on the football field half-naked, rolling around in pain. Freaking perv. At least I know my high heels did some damage to him. He'll be limping for at least a week,” she replied.
“Good answer,” AJ responded. He stood up and held a hand out to Tiffani. “Want to dance?”