What if the Bitch Brigade had somehow caused those too? Something told me these bitches were responsible for much worse things than Fat Tuesday cows. It was about time I figured out what these girls were really up to.
I didn't know exactly where to start my little investigation. Since I didn't have any friends at school, I didn't really feel comfortable walking up to a virtual stranger and asking if they knew any bitches. I guess I could have asked Will, but our…relationship, if I could call it that, was still pretty new. That would've been a pretty bizarre question.
That left Sasha.
"How much do you know about this Bitch Brigade?" I asked her while we ate lunch at our tree on the West Lawn.
"Why do you want to know?" She didn't even look up from her planner.
"Well, the cow incident was pretty mean and I'm starting to think they had something to do with a naked girl I found in a stairwell."
Sasha's head snapped up. "What?"
"That didn't come out right." I briefly explained what I knew about Emmaline Graham. When I finished, she returned her attention to her day planner. How could she seem so unconcerned? "Plus, I found a note from them on our apartment door."
She looked up again. "In Venton Heights?"
"Do we have another apartment?"
Sasha slammed her planner shut. "I have to go."
"But you said you would tell me about them. I feel I should know the people threatening me. I need to know what I'm up against."
"I'll take care of it. Don't worry about it. But you should really stop asking questions, especially about Emmaline ." Sasha crammed her barely touched food into a trash bag.
"So it was them, huh?"
Sasha didn't respond, but I could tell by the way she bit her bottom lip that I was right.
"And you know who they are, don't you? How can you let them get away with this?" I asked.
"Sonya, it's a little more complicated than that. Trust me, you just need to stay out of it. For your own good, no, for our own good, just stay out of it.
Chapter 10:
Cherry Picker
I tried to take Sasha's advice and ignore the possible danger of the Bitch Brigade. I knew Sasha could handle the situation. She'd take care of them the same way she did LaPorscha . I had nothing to worry about. So why was I still so worried?
The only thing that got my mind off the Bitch Brigade was spending time with Will. And we spent a lot of time together. Most mornings Will would meet me at the studio with flowers and a bagel and then help me clean. Some mornings, though, he was mysteriously absent. On those days, he'd meet me outside of my chemistry class with a single white flower. Then he'd apologize for being late, saying he'd had to press snooze three times. Then after school he'd meet me at the dance studio after basketball practice so we could have dinner together. And if he was late to that, he'd say it was because he had to shower three times. Hmph . I wonder if those were just excuses. Maybe he had another girl on the side.
Anyway, when he wasn't mysteriously missing or being weirdly obsessed with the number three Will was really fun to hang out with and I knew he felt the same about me. In fact, he had even started calling me Sony, saying I was more entertaining than his Sony Playstation . I looked forward to spending time with him even though it counteracted my desire for invisibility. People noticed me when I was with Will and that was not a good thing.
"So, has he drilled you with his power tool yet?" a girl said to me in a low threatening voice as I loaded my books into my locker one morning. I was so tired from cleaning the studio that at first I couldn't register who the girl was. Then it struck me. Ashley Carter, a pretty blonde senior. I only knew her name because she often helped Lauren DeHaven with her numerous charitable events.
I didn't quite understand why she was talking to me about power tools, but then I
I didn't know exactly where to start my little investigation. Since I didn't have any friends at school, I didn't really feel comfortable walking up to a virtual stranger and asking if they knew any bitches. I guess I could have asked Will, but our…relationship, if I could call it that, was still pretty new. That would've been a pretty bizarre question.
That left Sasha.
"How much do you know about this Bitch Brigade?" I asked her while we ate lunch at our tree on the West Lawn.
"Why do you want to know?" She didn't even look up from her planner.
"Well, the cow incident was pretty mean and I'm starting to think they had something to do with a naked girl I found in a stairwell."
Sasha's head snapped up. "What?"
"That didn't come out right." I briefly explained what I knew about Emmaline Graham. When I finished, she returned her attention to her day planner. How could she seem so unconcerned? "Plus, I found a note from them on our apartment door."
She looked up again. "In Venton Heights?"
"Do we have another apartment?"
Sasha slammed her planner shut. "I have to go."
"But you said you would tell me about them. I feel I should know the people threatening me. I need to know what I'm up against."
"I'll take care of it. Don't worry about it. But you should really stop asking questions, especially about Emmaline ." Sasha crammed her barely touched food into a trash bag.
"So it was them, huh?"
Sasha didn't respond, but I could tell by the way she bit her bottom lip that I was right.
"And you know who they are, don't you? How can you let them get away with this?" I asked.
"Sonya, it's a little more complicated than that. Trust me, you just need to stay out of it. For your own good, no, for our own good, just stay out of it.
Chapter 10:
Cherry Picker
I tried to take Sasha's advice and ignore the possible danger of the Bitch Brigade. I knew Sasha could handle the situation. She'd take care of them the same way she did LaPorscha . I had nothing to worry about. So why was I still so worried?
The only thing that got my mind off the Bitch Brigade was spending time with Will. And we spent a lot of time together. Most mornings Will would meet me at the studio with flowers and a bagel and then help me clean. Some mornings, though, he was mysteriously absent. On those days, he'd meet me outside of my chemistry class with a single white flower. Then he'd apologize for being late, saying he'd had to press snooze three times. Then after school he'd meet me at the dance studio after basketball practice so we could have dinner together. And if he was late to that, he'd say it was because he had to shower three times. Hmph . I wonder if those were just excuses. Maybe he had another girl on the side.
Anyway, when he wasn't mysteriously missing or being weirdly obsessed with the number three Will was really fun to hang out with and I knew he felt the same about me. In fact, he had even started calling me Sony, saying I was more entertaining than his Sony Playstation . I looked forward to spending time with him even though it counteracted my desire for invisibility. People noticed me when I was with Will and that was not a good thing.
"So, has he drilled you with his power tool yet?" a girl said to me in a low threatening voice as I loaded my books into my locker one morning. I was so tired from cleaning the studio that at first I couldn't register who the girl was. Then it struck me. Ashley Carter, a pretty blonde senior. I only knew her name because she often helped Lauren DeHaven with her numerous charitable events.
I didn't quite understand why she was talking to me about power tools, but then I
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