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"The real lover is a man who can trill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space." - Marilyn Monroe ELIZABETH'S POV "Bitch on the loose! Lizzy! Bitch on the loose!" Katherine, my bestfriend shouts at me as she bursts throught the cafeteria doors. Bitch on the loose, our code phrase: B in bitch for B in Beatrice or Beatrice the bitch or Bitchy Beatrice however you like to put it, has done something either irritating to us or well, bitchy. I look at Katherine pretending to be amused," Hey Kathy, what did Beatrice do this time?" I sounded less amused then I wanted it to sound. Katherine looked like she was having a total meltdown. Her hair was all tangled up like she hadn't combed it in days, and trust me, Katherine can go days without combing her hair, she loves to say and I quote, letting my hair fall naturally into its rightful positions. She forcefully rolled her eyes," Im serious Lizzy, guess what she did this time." With a couldn't careless attitude," How wonderful to know what Beautiful Beatrice has blessed us today with?" I raised my hands in a ballerina position and twirled around, pretending to be sprinkling 'fairy powder' around. " A bird's nest on Kathy's head? An actual boyfriend for me?" Can you blame me? I actually get my hopes up high for the 'right guy '. " No, Lizzy. She....she scratched your Lambo." "WHAT?" No one, absolutly no one. Can do anything to my car. My dad got it for me when I first got my license. I took care of it well and no one. NO ONE. Can damage it. A cold liquid snaps me out from my thoughts. I watch as my beautifully curled hair gets drenched in strawberry flavoured milk. My blood boiled and I felt my face heat up instantly. I turn and see Beatrice holding an empty carton of milk above my head. "Well that certainly got your attention Elizabeth." Standing face to face, right in front of my worst enemy, Beatrice. We were so close together, I could feel her ragged breathing on my neck. I could tell she was nervous, but so was I. "What do you want, Beatrice?" "You'll do anything, won't you?" Beatrice smirks, a little amusement in her eyes. Kathy looks at me with pure shock, shaking her head at me while mouthing the words, DON'T DO THIS LIZZY. "They call you the dare queen right? Accepting every dare anyone can possibly throw at your little turd face. Well, then. I ,Beatrice Zinger, dare you Elizabeth Rustanberg to BREAK . FRANCISCO . ADAMS' . HEART." "I'll pay for a month's worth of hair treatments and repairs for your car if you manage to succeed in the dare. I'm filthy rich anyway. Wouldn't hurt to help a beggar and her friend's lousy hair." Beatrice smirks. "Deal." "You? Filthy sure. But I doubt you're near rich." Katherine scoffs and walks off. What can a girl do to get some nice peaceful lunch around here.
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