“Oh my god. Danielle Perkons is pregnant?”

“I heard that Rachael Gorgin’s nose job went wrong, and that’s why she has that scar.”

“And that Chelsea Hollubs, she made out with Jordan Scory at his party.”

Whoa…what??

“(Gasp) I thought Jordan had a girlfriend!”

“Who got Danielle Perkons pregnant?”

“Irrelevant much Britt!” a blonde girl remarked. “Nobody cares. Did that bitch seriously steal Jordan away from Vanessa?”

Okay. NOW they’re going too far.

I gripped the toilet seat and resisted the urge to flush, step outside and see the shocked looks on their faces because I knew that one of the girls would be going out of the restroom with a black eye if I did that.

Instead, I counted to ten in Spanish.

Well, my way of Spanish.

Uno, twono, threeno, fourno, fiveno, sixno, seveno, eighno, nino, teno.

I’m so smart aren’t I?

I heard the tiny clinking sound of their 6 inch high heels go out the door, and my body relaxed even more.

I flushed, and unlocked the crystal clean door of the enormous stall. Just recently, our school, Oakwood High, got the restrooms updated. Now, more people hang out there than in the cafeteria during Lunch. And no, I’m not suggesting that people eat their lunches in the restrooms. Ew!

As I washed my hands in the automatic sink, I thought about what I head.

Me? Making out with Jordan? In his dreams. Where do people come up with this stuff?

I squirted out some of the lavender scented soap and washed my hands thoroughly, while debating with myself.

You’re a reporter! You’re supposed to do this!

A reporter has her own will! I don’t HAVE to!

People depend on you!

Well then, these people need a life!

B-but what about your reputation?

It’s not like anyone knows it’s me. They’ll live. Besides, how would they know about me and Jordan’s supposedly make out scene?

Would you rather have them hear the story from the other side? From the side that makes the gossip almost impossible to believe? Next thing you know, you might hear that Jordan led you away to a room upstairs to have some fun, and you were so loud, the whole party heard you moaning out his name.

Exactly.

I pulled the paper towels roughly from the dispenser, and dried off the water droplets clinging onto my pale hands.

Evil conscience.

I looked in the mirror to find my eyes flashing anger in the midst of the ocean blue colors. My curly brown hair framed my petite face perfectly. My cherry flavored lip gloss made my pink lips glitter in the florescent lights. I fluffed up my hair, gaining confidence while doing so. I, Chelsey Donalle Hollubs was officially going to be the new school whore after my post.

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