"So, Peyton." Belle's whiny voice found it's way beside me. Belle Cameron is one of Miranda's fake friends. Again, I never had a problem with her, but we weren't exactly friends. "I heard you broke up with Bryce." I glared at her, she obviously wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
"Why do you care?" I asked, "you probably knew he was cheating the whole time since you spend so much time with Miranda. I bet you were there when she took that picture of them kissing." Belle scoffed.
"It was at a party," she said, "I took the picture." I stopped, wide-eyed. Did she really just tell me she was part of this whole nasty thing?
"So let me guess," I said with a smile as she examined her nails, "did you have any part in Miranda sending me the picture?" Belle gave me an exasperated look.
"Actually," she said, "I told Miranda to not and to wait until Bryce broke up with you." I cocked an eyebrow. "Miranda was getting impatient because he said he would break up with you so they could be together." Belle explained, "said they loved each other or whatever. When it was taking to long for it to happen, which I'm guessing he didn't want to break up with you, she decided to take matters into her own hands." Belle paused before going wide-eyed. "Oh my gosh, I just said all of that out loud!" She looked scared, "please don't let anyone know I even spoke to you, okay?" I smiled and nodded, as far as I was concerned, we were friends now that she gave information so freely.
"Don't worry," I said, "I won't tell a soul." She smiled, not seeing my crossed fingers behind my back. I quickly texted Mena the information. I looked up and locked eyes with Bryce. He looked down as he passed, and I bit my lip. My phone beeped and I grinned.
"It's kind of crazy, but it'll work, trust me," Mena assured me. She had a bucket of mud. Thick, gross, mud. She was wearing gloves and carried one of her mom's wooden spoons. Carefully, she lifted the wipers on Bryce's car and spread a thin layer of mud on them. I snickered, when he goes to clean his window the mud will spread, only causing more problems. Can he trace it to me? I don't know.
Do I care? NOPE!
We quickly disposed of the mud and ran back into the school. Mena and I had snuck away from our gym class, who decided to have class at the track. Thankfully the parking lot wasn't in view, so we wouldn't get busted by our teacher. Mr. Parkinson is not someone you want to mess with. He's big and looks like he eats people. But as long as you stay in his good graces, he'll be your best friend. We hid the bucket in Mena's trunk and ran to join our class.
"Remind me why I let two girls go to the bathroom together?" Mr. Parkinson sighed when we returned.
"Because you saw what happened when girls go alone in Harry Potter right?" I said, knowing his love of the Harry Potter movies. He grinned and shook his head.
"Peyton," he called and motioned for Mena to join the rest of the class, who were all walking the track. I swallowed, hoping I wasn't about to get in trouble.
"How are you doing?" He asked; I shrugged. "I heard about what happened with Bryce, and I know exactly where you went." My heart pounded.
"Y-you did?" I asked nervously. He nodded.
"I won't say anything," he said with a grin, "but don't sneak out of my class to do it." I smiled and nodded, who wouldn't love Mr. Parkinson?
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