I don’t know what’s so mysterious that we couldn’t just talk about it during lunch today. Or yesterday. Why do we have to wait and talk about it after school today? It’s gotta be something illegal. I don’t care what Ashley says. I just don’t know why we can’t get it over with already. I told them that Pavia’s going to make the decision next week. But no, everyone else is busy … I’m supposed to be doing work for my German class right now, but do I care? No. I don’t. What’s the German word for orange? I sure fucking don’t know. How do they expect us to concentrate on doing this crap when it’s sixth period and I just wanna go home already? I have more fun things to do with my time. Maybe I’ll make a new team for Pokémon Showdown. Actually, wait, I still need to go back and change my main team since Aegislash was banned…
“Ashley Davis? No way!”
Hey, wait a second, who’s talking over there?
It’s coming from a group of guys to my left. I recognize Mason because he’s in my section, but the rest I don’t know. Mason is looking at someone else’s phone with a weird look on his face.
“Well, now you know who Zoe’s going with Homecoming with,” one of the others says, snickering.
“Well, uh, I guess so?” Mason replies uncertainly.
“Who should I forward this to?” the guy who’s holding the phone asks him, flipping it back towards himself.”
“Wait!” Mason interjects. “You can’t just send something like that around!”
The other two looks up him. “Why not?” asks the phone holder.
For a few seconds, Mason doesn’t say anything. Then he starts quickly saying, “I mean… you don’t want people to think you’re into that stuff. What kind of person follows girls around taking videos of them? Everyone will think you’re some sort of rapist.”
“Well, I guess you’re right about that,” the third guy says.
“I thought you would’ve wanted to get back at her for yesterday,” the phone holder comments.
“Trust me, I will,” Mason assures him. “Just… not like that. I’m gonna get back at her by beating her at region jazz… that’ll knock that stupid superior attitude out of her!”
The phone guy snickers. “Dude, you guys play different instruments! You can’t just ‘beat her’ at that!”
“Who sent you that video, anyway?” the third guy asks.
“I got it from Taryn, but I don’t think she’s the one who originally took it. It’s weird; this is from Friday, but it’s just now getting out. Why the wait?”
At that point, however, the teacher walks up to them. “Are you boys done with your work?”
“Um… Nearly done, Mr. Ripplinger,” Mason says, quickly making it look like he’s working.
Well… that was weird. So someone’s sending around some sort of video of Ashley? I’m really not sure what to make of that. Since I wasn’t doing my work anyway, I get out my phone and message Anja on Skype.
hey anja can you talk now
?
Yeah, sure, I’m just in history. What’s up?
these guys in my german class are talking about some sort of weird video?
it has something to do with ashley
Oh really?
yeah it sounded like someone got video of her doing something embarassing
like she was usig the bathroom
...Using the bathroom?
O_O
wat
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Wait, did they mention zoe at all?
yeah one of them said something like
we know who zoes going to homecoming with now
oh shit
what
I cant blieve it
They’re just fucking going out them
Fuck them
???out them
yes as lesbians
they wanted it to be a secret
wait ahsley and zoe are lesbians
They’re christians, theyre probably worried about what their families are going to do
?
we need to tell them now
Im adding you to a group chat
ok
Anja:
Ashley we need to talk
Ashley:
Anja why the fuck are you messagin me in class
Why is Nova here
Anja:
It’s improtant I promise
well fuck you too
Anja:
Nova tell her about what you hard
Aobut the video
Ashley:
What video?
these guys in my german class have some video of you
Anja:
Wait, wher’s Zoe? She should be in this chat too
Ashley:
What?
they said we know who zoes going to homecoming with
then they said they couldn’t send it to people cause they’d think they were rapists
Ashley:
Zoe’s in Biology right now and actually paying attention because she’s not a fucking heathen
What the fuck who are these guys, give me their names
Anja:
Heathen lol
Ashley I think they’re going to out you
uh i don’t know except one of them was mason the tromb one player
Ashley:
Like hell they are
I fucking knew it. I’m going to rip that boys limbs off
but he’s the one woh didn’t want to send it they got it from someone else
Ashley:
And shove them so far up his ass
That he won’t be able to sit down again
Anja:
Jesus
Ashley:
Wait, what do you mean they got it from someone else?
“Nova.”
I look up and see that the teacher is standing over me.
“You boys and your phones. Do I need to start taking them up?”
“Uh, sorry,” I say quickly. I grab a Langenscheidt Universal-W?rterbuch Englisch and finally start working on my assignment.
After biology is over, I have to go to the band hall to get my instrument for after school practice. Nobody’s said much in the group chat since I was interrupted, just Ashley saying more violent shit.
When I walk into the band hall, I see Ashley and Anja near the mellophone lockers in deep conversation. When Anja sees me, she beckons for me to come over to them.
“Hey Nova,” Anja starts, speaking quietly. “There’s been…”
“Hi guys!” Zoe greets us cheerily, walking up from behind me. “I haven’t had a chance to check the group messages, is there something going on?”
“Uh yeah, we have a bit of a situation on our hands,” Ashley explains. “We need to get somewhere private and talk, like, now.”
“I thought that wasn’t until after practice today?” Zoe questions.
“No, it’s not about that,” Ashley says.
“Wait, are we still on for this afternoon?” I ask.
“Um, no. We’re going to have to postpone that,” Ashley tells me.
“What? Why?”
“Because… look, I’m not inviting debate over this!” she hisses at me. “C’mon, Zoe.”
She takes Zoe by the arm and leads her away. As they go, I see a few other students looking at them and whispering.
“We need to get going!” I tell Anja angrily. “The decision is next Thursday!”
“I know… I’m sorry,” she replies. “But… come on, let’s walk and talk.”
We both grab our respective instruments from our lockers, and Anja starts explaining as we walk out to the parking lot
“We’re going to take him down, I promise,” she says. “But… at least for today, we need to let those two deal with their own issues.”
“Is anything bad going to happen to them?” I ask. Sure, Ashley’s kind of a bitch, but I thought that Zoe was at least alright.
“Well… I don’t know. But I’m willing to bet that they’re going to be the target of some harassment by our classmates.”
She sighs seriously. “The best thing the two of us can do for them is just keep being their friends. Let them know we support them. We’ve got to be good Allies. Or you do, at least, since I’m technically bi myself, so…”
“Wait, you mean like, bisexual?” I ask, taken aback by this information.
“Yeah. I’ve never mentioned that before?”
I look around to see if anyone’s nearby, as we plop our cases down on the grass. “I think… I might be too.”
“Oooh, really?”
“Maybe. I’m not sure.”
Anja starts giggling. “Oh boy, what a group we are! We should call ourselves, like, ‘the all-gay supernatural strike force…’”
“Wait, supernatural?”
“Shh!” she says hurriedly, looking over her shoulders. “Okay… fine, what we’re doing is something to do with the supernatural.”
“Whoah…” I just have to take that in for a moment. “So are we gonna be… witches?”
“Uh… sort of?” She giggles again. “Our team name: ‘The League Of Gay Witches: No Straights Allowed’!”
I snigger at her. “No straights allowed? That would be stupid.”
“Yeah, I know, I’m just joking about that part.”
She starts unlatching her case. “Maybe if we can gather all of the gays in the school together, we can overthrow the government… start our own socialist uprising…”
“Socialist? Uh, Ashley’s not going to like that part.”
Anja sighs again. “Yeah, I know she won’t… okay, we’ll compromise and make it a non-partisan uprising, I guess…”
Suddenly, I realize that almost everyone else is already out in the parking lot, and the band director is yelling over the megaphone.
Anja notices it too. “Awh shit, we better hurry!” We both begin scrambling to get our instruments together.