Sort of but she doesn't know it.

As Ms. Greene steps through the door, she turns back and looks at the two students. They're doing their best to not look at one another. Ms. Greene sighs. "Flip a coin. Whoever loses has to start by asking the other a question that's been on her mind." She exits and closes the door.

"Whatever," Whitney mumbles. She has no intention of playing this game, but Tanya digs in her purse for a quarter. "Heads or Tails," she asks.

Whitney rolls her eyes. "God, Tanya, fine. Tails."

Tanya flips. It lands on heads. "I guess you need to start."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Whitney says, deepening her pout.

"No," Tanya says. "Ms. Greene said we have to."

"Jesus, Tanya. We could just sit here quietly and tell her we spoke. When did you become the type to do everything someone tells you?"

There's a long pause. Tanya feels defensive. She wants to snarkily reply that she doesn't, but instead, she hears herself say, "The first day of school."

"What does that even mean?"

Tanya didn't know. She couldn't remember the gypsy woman in the alley or the curse. "You heard me," she manages to say in deflection. "Figure it out," and she folds her arms.

"Fuckin' whatever, T. Fine, let's do this. Going into this year, I thought we had a silent agreement to be best frenemies. We'd have a fun rivalary, but still be friends. But all you've done is be a complete, weirdo bitch. I thought we'd fight for who's routine would go to Cheer Finals, but you act like you don't take cheerleading seriously, but then you turn half the team against me."

Tanya scowls. She felt Whitney had done that to herself. "Technically..."

"Shut up," Whitney says. Tanya shuts up. "I'm not done. And then I thought we would fight over Chad, but you've barely even paid attention to him this year. And, I don't think he's interested in you anymore, because all of those guys think you're blowing the losers to boost your grades."

If Whitney hadn't told her to shut up she would have volunteered that Chad, in fact, had asked her to be his secret girlfriend. Mostly, though, she wanted to defend herself against the accusation that she was blowing anyone. Her lips wouldn't move.

"And speaking of losers, what the fuck, Tanya! I could see maybe being friendlier to Kyle and Maggie, but you're spending so much time with them. It's making the rest of us look bad." Her lower lip trembles. "I thought we were friends, but you stopped hanging out as soon as school started. What did I do?"

Tanya still doesn't speak. She sits silently, waiting for Whitney to say she's finished. She feels bad. It was true. Whitney, McKenzenzie, Bethany - they were inseparable tyrants for the last three years. Her rivalry with Whitney was thrilling and exciting because they often crossed the line with one another, but they still stayed friends.

"Well?" Whitney huffs. She thinks Tanya is giving her the silent treatment. "Explain yourself! I want to know why you're blowing me off for the Loser Club."

Tanya sat silently for another moment. Her mind was running through all the reasons she started hanging out with the Loser Club. "They're my best friends" is the first answer that surfaces.

"That doesn't make sense. Only three weeks ago, you were plotting with me on pranks we could play on Kyle and Maggie. There's no way all of this is for grades. Like, you and Maggie. What the hell is going on? You know she's, like, a total dyke for you, right?"

Tanay scrunched up her face. She didn't like Whitney talking like that about Maggie. "Well, I guess I started hanging out with her because I wanted to hook up with her Dad, but as I got to know her, I discovered we were into similar things. And, yeah, I know she likes me like that, and I'm not gay with her or anything, but I do like munching her hairy twat."

Whitney is stunned. Her mouth hangs open as all of the words leave Tanya's mouth. "Wait, sorry, I...what? What was that first part about Maggie's Dad?"

Tanya feels her cheeks blush thinking about last night. "I was using Maggie to get to her Dad, but please don't say anything to Maggie. Tom doesn't want her to know."

"T-Tom? Are you on a first-name basis with her Dad? Wait...have you hooked up...with him?"

Tanya nods. Her butt clenches.

"And, I can't believe I'm saying this, you've gone down...on Maggie. Like, your mouth to her...um...but you said you aren't a lesbian, which of course, if you're....hooking up with her Dad, too. What the fuck."

Tanya smiled brightly. "Yes, I've gone down on her twice. Once at her house before Tom fucked me. And the first time at the strip club. Both times were amazing, but I think she was hurt because she tried to kiss me, and I told her no, 'cause I'm not into girls. I'm still figuring it out myself. It's weird, right? I like her pussy and don't want to do anything else with her."

The door opens, and Mrs. Greene pokes her head in. "Everything okay, girls?"

"Yes, Mrs. Greene," Tanya replied. Whitney is silent. She's staring dumbfounded at Tanya.

"Whitney, are you having a good talk?"

"Y-yes, we're getting a lot out in the open."

"Great, well, don't let me distract you. I'll be back in a bit." She leaves again.

"What about Kyle?"

"What about him?"

"Are you, you know, giving him blowjobs?"

"Ew, Whitney, don't be gross. I'd never with Kyle Boner."

Hearing the old Tanya surface was jarring for Whitney, but it also helped snap her back into place. She teases Tanya. "Oh, come on, Tanya, you know you're hanging out with those losers because you want to blow all of them."

Blowing Josh, Minh, and Kyle was so far from her mind until that moment. Suddenly, a vision of the three geeks circling her with their cocks out flashed in her mind. Arousal shot through Tanya. She clenched her thighs together. Oh god, she thought Whitney was right. She breaks eye contact and shyly looks down at her desk. Her cheeks burn, but she manages not to say anything in response.

Whitney slaps the desk. "Fuck this, Tanya. I know you're saying all of this just to mess with me. To mock me. I don't get it. I don't know why you're making all of this up. And I'm sick of it. It's making me crazy."

"I'm not making it up," Tanya said, although she wasn't entirely sure. "I'm sorry, but, Whitney, you're doing it to yourself." She paused. "I don't even care about cheerleading anymore." It was true. Thanks to Kyle's programming, all she cared about were the geeky things they cared about.

That comment only made Whitney madder. "What? Then why are you trying so hard to impress everyone. 'oh, I'm Tanya, Whitney can strip me and I don't care. I'm so comfortable with my body.'"

Tanya shrugs. "I wasn't trying hard. It was exciting when my uniform fell off. I really didn't mind. I like showing off my body."

The cool, calm statement made Whitney furious. She was now convinced Tanya really was messing with her. "Fine," she decides to call her bluff. "If you really don't care about cheerleading, prove it. Once we're out of here, we'll catch the end of practice and meet the other girls in the locker room. You'll declare that you no longer want to be captain and fully endorse my Cheer Nationals routine."

Tanya was surprised at how okay she was with Whitney's request. "Okay."

"And...in front of everyone, pledge your devotion to me," Whitney meant this in terms of cheerleading, but Tanya's brain took it more personally.

"Yes, Whitney, I'll pledge my devotion to you."

Whitney shook her head. She didn't believe Tanya would do any of this. In fact, she was paranoid Tanya would once again twist her plans, so they backfired. "Oh, the last thing, if you really love showing off your body, you'll do it naked. That'll prove to me you aren't making everything up."

Tanya was excited by that idea. "Oh gosh, yes, I'd like to do that."

Whitney scrunches up her face. "Ugh. You're such a bitch. Look, let's just tell Ms. Greene we worked some things out."