"So how's the weekend?" Chrysantha asked Christabella the first thing in the morning on Monday.
"As usual.." Christabella said, blushing a little at the thought of Zephyr and her snuggling up close in bed.
" That didn't sound convincing enough. I'm not buying it. Now tell me the details. Boring or not! Spit it out, girl!" Chrysantha said, fake threatening.
"Okay, okay! Fine! Stop with that threatening face of yours!" Christabella said with a laugh!
So, Christabella told Chrysantha everything. Suddenly, Chrysantha's eyebrows cocked, she said, "Oh! Look who's here?"
When Christabella looked up, the person she saw was no other than Catherine, the school's Queen Bee a.k.a the Meanest Girl on Planet Earth.
"Oh! Look! It's Mrs Jonanthan de JUNIOR..." Catherine teased meanly, emphasizing on the word 'junior'.
"Go rinse your mouth, Catherine! Your breath stinks of evilness and meanness..." Chrysantha snapped. Then she fake gagging and pulled Christabella and walked off.
"Who says you can go?" Catherine asked angrily.
"Who says we can't?" Chrysantha said through her gritted teeth.
"Well, nobody... but ME!" Catherine said, proudly.
Catherine's IQ is about... zero? No wait, negative 100, that's what.
"Hey! Look! Stop being such a loser! You don't even know how to spell 'sufficient'!" Chrysantha said, suddenly bringing up what happened last week in English class. "Hey! Everyone! Catherine can't spell 'sufficient' in English class last week! She asked me how to!" Chrysantha said loudly.
Embarrassed, Catherine's face flushed deep red. She shot Chrysantha a killing stare and stormed off with her 'pet dogs' trailing behind her.
Christabella mouthed a 'thanks' to Chrysantha. Chrysantha shrugged. The bell rang and they went to class together.
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It's lunch, but Christabella and Zephyr was sitting at different ends of the cafeteria.
"Why is he sitting ALLLLLLLLLLL the way over there? I think I need a binoculars..." Chrysantha said exaggeratingly, as she squinted and puts her hands above her brows to show how far Zephyr was from them.
"Do you sit THAT far during dinner? Where is the warmth? I didn't know there was dining table THAT long. I mean, yeah, the Jonathan's are like, super rich. I didn't know you can make customised LOOOOOOONG dining tables. And what for anyway? Unless, you are planning to have about, the whole school's population of kids with him..." Chrysantha said dramatically.
"No...not that far..." Christabella only answered Chrysantha's first question.
"Then why aren't you sitting together???" Chrysantha asked again. There was a silence.
"Oh my God! Don't tell me, you don't even have dinner together???" Chrysantha puts her hand to her mouth.
Christabella frowned, "He's got his own friends, alright."
"Well, what's his is yours now... What's yours is.... still yours, of course!" Chrysantha joked. Then, she added, "You've been talking lesser nowadays..."
"And you've been talking more than usual nowadays..." Christabella replied.
"Oh, is that bad?" Chrysantha asked curiously.
"I didn't say that. You say that yourself... But well, actually, what I was trying to say is that... this... this marriage thing... it doesn't work that way... it's just... Gawd! It changed everything!" Christabella sighed.
"Like... for example?" Chrysantha asked, with her brows cocked and shaking her head.
"We sleep in the same room. We share most of our stuff, which, by the way, I never did before, including with you. We eat dinner at the same table and all... yet, it's like... we're like... nobody, you know? In the school... we're like... strangers!" Christabella explained.
"That's ridiculous!"
"Yeah... I know, right?" Christabella said, as she sighed again.
"Hey losers! So, Mrs Jonathan de Junior, why aren't you sitting with your husband huh?" a mean, familiar voice asked. It was Catherine, trying to provoke them.
"Get off her back you this... this... I can't get any word to describe you, but still... you this... filthy bi*ch!" Chrysantha snapped.
Catherine gasped and her jaws dropped like the 'screw' just got loose suddenly. She turned around and stormed off again. Like a child having a tantrum. Once again, her followers followed obediently. With their identical hair flicking and butts swinging awkwardly like that of Catherine's.
"Urgh! Don't they have a personality? It's so fake! Immitating her, of all people!!! Don't they ever get tired of her?" Chrysantha said frustratingly.
"Obviously, not," Christabella said boredly.
"What do they SEE in THAT girl?" Chrysantha asked.
"Her prettiness?" Christabella offered lamely.
"Her what?!?! I didn't know she was pretty, she's not even ugly! Noo... she's WORSE than that. Much worse... she's... uglier than the ugliest... Wait till she taste betrayal! Hah! In her face, loser!" Chrysantha blabbered on, as she slapped her "L" shaped fingers to her forehead.
But Christabella wasn't paying attention to what Chrysantha had to say. Instead, she was looking at Zephyr and wondering to herself, "Why aren't we sitting together?"
"Hello? You there?" Chrysantha snapped her fingers in front of Christabella's face.
"Umm, yeah! Listening..."
"Urgh! No, you weren't! Never mind!" Chrysantha said angrily and stormed out of the cafeteria.
Christabella sighed as she stood up and took a last look at Zephyr and walked out of the cafeteria too.
WEINI
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