No. Be aggressive

What on earth does this freak want with me?

Gabi smirks, tapped into Theresa’s thoughts as she walks over. Sweet, innocent Theresa the tease just earned herself the aggressive come-on that Gabi was debating.

So she opens up her photo app, scrolls through all the pictures she’s taken to prepare for this moment and finds the right one.

“Yes?” Theresa asks, finally arriving where Gabi is sitting.

“Are you aware this is in the boys bathroom?” Gabi shows her a picture of graffiti scrawled on a stall door.

It reads: “Theresa R. licked this toilet”

Theresa’s face drops. “Eww” she looks up at Gabi, then back down at the picture, then back up at the goth. “Well I didn’t”

Why would she show me that? Who would have written it?

“Want to know who wrote it?” Gabi asks. But she doesn’t wait for an answer “It was Dale”

Theresa looks perplexed.

There’s no way Dale wrote that. He’s a sweetie. And way too classy for that garbage. She’s making it up.

Gabi smiles and whispers, “I know cause I was there in the stall with him, blowing him”

Nope. Dale wouldn’t be interested in this freaky girl. I don’t believe it.

Gabi laughs to herself. Of course she was the one who’d written it. Minutes after Dale had exited the bathroom stall. Sometimes you have to stretch the truth to manipulate your prey. But sometimes not as much as you think.

“Well I was just curious” Gabi says. “I mean, it did surprise me, given your reputation”

“What’s my reputation?” Theresa takes a seat next to Gabi. She’s suddenly committed to the conversation.

Gabi shrugs.

This emo bitch better tell me.

Gabi know she’s going to enjoy this. “You’re a tease”

Theresa’s face explodes with shock. How unaware she is of her own image. “I am not”

“Oh please, you just bent over and flashed the whole library in that short little dress” Gabi huffs.

“That was an accident.”

“Uh-huh. Have you ever told a boy you’d send him nude pics?” Gabi asks

“Sure” Theresa says proudly, as if that proves something.

“Did you?”

“Well... no.” Her mind races

That’s not abnormal. The stuff that I do is totally normal. This girl is just making stuff up to get at me.

“Anyway” Gabi goes on intensely “I figured if anyone could get to you it’d be Dale. But I guess not”

If anyone could get to me, it would be Dale, and because he’s not capable of being the person this Goth bitch is saying he is.

Nope, this is all a lie... I’m sure of it... I’m not crazy. After all Hannah would tell me if I was a tease and Dale was a jerk.

Listening in to the thoughts, Gabi sees an opening. How could she have forgotten that Theresa’s best friend is Hannah. It’s so perfect.

“It’s weird because I’ve seen Hannah at Dale’s parties. So I just figured he’d have invited you. Cause you two are friends right?”

Yet again, the truth doesn’t need to be manipulated that much. Hell, not at all. But Theresa won’t believe it.

Wait she’s saying what exactly? There’s been parties? They’re leaving me out? They’re... no untrue.

“You know, your friend Hannah has gotten quite the nickname. You know that right?”

It can’t be true, can it?

“Look, you don’t need to sit here and lie to me about this stuff just to make me feel...”

“You think I’m lying?” Gabi puffs up. She acts offended. “Tell you what. See that boy sitting over there? Go ask him. If you don’t believe me, ask him”

I don’t need to ask him. I don’t want to know... I do want to know. If the whole world is different than I thought. If Dale is a perv. If Hannah is a slut. If that makes me a tease. I do want to know.

Theresa pulls out here chair to rise to ask.

But not before Gabi adds something “Ask him. But if I’m telling the truth. You have to do something for me.”

“Wha... what’s that?”