It all started when I was in high school. You know, this is the part in the movies where some catchy pop song starts playing in the background, the bell rings, and the girl everyone's watching makes her oh-so-dramatic entrance with her clique of girlfriends as the background song gradually increases.
Yeah, no. Real life doesn't work like that. Not for Davina, anyway. For me, it was just Kai. Nerdy, overly sarcastic Kai who'd rather watch anime or argue about the latest Marvel movie than actually face the disaster that is social interaction.
His name's Kyle but I call him Kai. Because it annoys him . And annoying him is, like, ninety percent of our friendship.
Wait. Did I just introduce Kai without even picking him up from his house first? Mierda.! Something is seriously wrong with me. Rewind. Let's do this properly.
It was still dark when I finally went to sleep—around two o'clock in the morning. And of course, just ten seconds later, the sun decided to show up uninvited, blazing like it had something to prove. The worst part? It wasn't even summer yet.
I swear, I was hallucinating. My brain was still somewhere between a fever dream and reality. Then I finally dragged myself out of bed and freshened up.
So I went downstairs to my overbearing—ridiculously overbearing—family. I love them , don't get me wrong. But sometimes, they make loving them feel like an obligation. Especially my stepdad.
I'm just supposed to love them 'cause they share the same genes with me; well at least most of'em.
Because my mom's made it her life's mission to make me see that.
Then again, what's normal anymore? Watching your mom slowly fall for your school teacher—while your dad was still alive?
I guess I should've noticed it—the awkward smiles, the lingering glances, the way she never missed an opportunity to "bump into" him . Gosh, lil me really wasn't observant at all. Just thinking of parties and "boy".
About a year after... they made it official. Dating. Then marriage. Just like that.
So, breakfast: Pancakes and bacon. The pancakes had this ridiculous river of syrup
running down its sprinkles with a smiley face on top. Because apparently, I'm still five years old.
"Gosh, Mom . I'm not a child anymore. Can't you see?"
But that's the thing, innit? Parents never see. Not really.
" Can't you see how big my tits have gotten?.... Dad, don't you agree?"
I threw the question out with way too much enthusiasm, practically bouncing on my
snickers in expectation. It was stupid, I know. But Dad's reactions are usually worth
the ridiculousness.
"Aren't my boobs bigger?" I repeated, this time slower, just in case he didn't hear me the first time.
He heard me alright. Just glanced at me over his spectacles for like a split second before his gaze retreated right back to his newspaper like he had found some sacred refuge there. The man was adicted to caffeine and current events, a living cliché of
middle-aged fatherhood. Coffee in one hand, headlines in the other. It's a miracle he
even noticed my existence.
Or... not. To him , I was just background noise, a weird little creature making awkward jokes for attention. W hich, okay, fair. But still....
"Why would you ask him such a question? Are you nuts?" Mom snapped, eyes shooting daggers at me as if I'd just tried to seduce her husband. The sheer ridiculousness of it made me burst out laughing, the kind of laugh that hurts your chest and makes your shoulders shake. I can't even write about it without giggling like an idiot.
Our early morning bickering is like an appetizer before breakfast. Normal family stuff.
We're different and unique. Or at least, I am . And I love them in my own twisted little way.
Lemme put it in a more poetic way line the elites with one-eyed spectacles and a black suit. With Abraham Lincoln's hat gazing into the sky like he's just seeing gold or the first time.
Som os uno pequeño pero feliz y herm oso en nuestro ser.
In case your brain isn't wired for Spanish, well go and learn it's not so hard. I did. Oh alright, stupid conscience that means "We are one—small but happy and beautiful in ourbeing." And no, I didn't steal that from anywhere. Made it up myself, thank you very much. I know, I know I'm a genius: bow before my brilliance.
Anyway, back to my amazing life. And as you'll soon realize in your terms — intriguing, hypnotic, beguiling, and, to the simple-minded, downright captivating. Trust me on this. You won't find another story as thought-provoking as mine. Wait I'm getting ahead of myself.
Breakfast was a blur — I scarfed down breakfast, rushed out of the house, and slid into my Mazda3. Yep we're low-key rich-ish.
We were already running late, and Kai was probably still trying to piece him self together from whatever bizarre experiment he was tangled up in.
Music thumped from my stereo, filling the chilly morning air as I pulled up to his place. The front door swung open, and Kai shot out like something was behind him. Itld have been more dramatic if he flew like the power rangers after an explosion 'cause I heard a boom.
His hair was a disaster, sticking out at angles so chaotic even gravity seemed to have given up.
Cos all that went up didn't come down.
"Mierda. Did you forget something?" I asked, eyebrows scrunched in disgust, voice sharpened with sarcasm . Then it hit me like a truck: a foul stench hit me before he even got close.
Rotten eggs marinated in sewage, soaked in something that smelled like it crawled out of a cursed swamp. The kind of stench that would make a skunk recoil.
He avoided my eyes, his gaze locked somewhere off to the side.
"You don't wanna know what happened ".
Kai only looked that guilty when he'd either screwed up royally or brewed something so unholy he thought I'd call the cops on him. Considering he was basically a mad scientist in the making, I put my money on the latter.
"Spill it." I leaned forward, curiosity clawing at me. Holding my breath at the same time.
"No." He shook his head, voice flat, eyes still darting everywhere but at me.
And just like that, I knew he'd done something really bad.
I stared at him, waiting. Kai was a terrible liar. Scratch that. He was a fantastic liar, but only when he was trying to avoid answering a question, not when he was hiding something. And right now? He was hiding something.
"Kai, you smell like you lost a fight with a dumpster. Twice. And then made out with a
corpse for good measure.. So, are you gonna explain, or should I drive off and let you walk to school, stinking like the end of the world?"
"D don't be like this, u know I won't make it on time of you leave me.." He said trynna pull the puppy dog eyes trick on me, which walked quite well actually.
Oh alright enter the fucking car. But you're seating at the back fake-Einstein."
He agreed at sat like a good little boy in the back. As we were going there was awkward silence for a few minutes but I had to break the silence it was getting tiring.
I had no other choice but to continue my interrogation.
"Please,, I promise I won't judge; cross my heart." I continued because I was badly curious to figure out.
"FUCK NO!" Kai practically screamed, his face burning red like someone just threatened to expose his deepest, darkest secret.
"Get out," I said, trying to keep my face stern, but the struggle was real.
"What?" His eyes were wide, like I'd just told him his entire life was a reality show, and everyone was in on it except him.
"Get the hell out of my—" And then I lost it. I burst into laughter so hard my ribs felt like they were about to quit their job. His shocked face? Pure gold. Better than that time he tried to do a cartwheel and ended up looking like an inflatable tube man
having an existential crisis.
I mean, who the hell can't do a cartwheel? I can do a double backflip, hands-free. In fact, I'm doing one right now as we speak. Just kidding. But seriously, you get the point.
Anyway, back to the part where I totally won this argument. Because I did, I always win. After a few m ore m inutes of me laughing like a maniac and Kai looking like he was considering just throwing him self out of the car, he caved.
"Fine," he grum bled. "I was.... experimenting."
"Uhh, obviously." I grinned. "What was it this time? Trying to invent the world's worst cologne/ bomb?"
"Sort of," he muttered, slumping into his seat. "I was mixing fragments of linalool, alcohol denat, and... well, something else. A chem ical so nasty even Satan would go: 'Nah, man, that's too much.'
"And the result?"
"Explosion. Of my room. Maybe the entire house. I'm not sure. Things got... hazy after the stench tried to strangle me to death."
I snorted. "And here I thought you just decided to marinate yourself in a garbage smoothie."
He rolled his eyes. "Laugh all you want. I was this close to creating the ultimate fragrance."
"Yeah, sure. Eau de Dumpster Fire. Bestseller, right there."
The dude's a walking disaster. A chaotic mess wrapped in science and stupidity. But hey, he's my chaotic mess. And I wouldn't trade him for all the boring, normal friends in the world.
The drive to school was a battle between fresh air and Kai's unholy stench. Windows
down, vents blasting, me silently praying that the wind wouldn't blow his toxic aura back into my face. Kai spent most of the ride sulking like a toddler who'd just been told Christmas was canceled.
I would've left him to sulk in his own misery, but curiosity has always been my best-worst trait. Cos I still what I want.
"So... was this perfum experiment supposed to make people pass out from the smell or just spontaneously combust?" I asked, glancing over at him with a smirk.
"It was supposed to be a pheromone enhancer," he said, rubbing his forehead like he was already regretting telling me.
"You know, something that makes you appear more attractive, charming... like scientifically boosted charisma."
I blinked. "And instead, you created a chemical weapon?" And you're bad in chemistry cos who the fuck puts a sulphur related chemical in a perfume product dingus.
"More like an accidental biological disaster, but yeah. Something went... wrong."
"'Wrong' is an understatement, dude. You're one bad day away from turning into a supervillain."
"Maybe I already am ," he muttered with a half-smile. "You ever think about that?"
I snorted. "If you're a supervillain, you're the kind that gets his ass handed to him by a
group of kindergarteners with water guns."
Kai let out a reluctant chuckle. "Yeah, well, maybe my villain origin story just sucks."
"Anyway," I said, pulling into the school parking lot. "If anyone asks why I'm suddenly unpopular, I'm blaming you."
" I would say "Fair enough" but you were never popular to begin with so...." He opened the door and stepped out, wincing as if the fresh air itself was trying to beat him up.
"But hey, I think the sm ell's starting to wear off."
"Yeah? Well, I think my nostrils have just gone completely numb."
We both laughed and started walking toward the school entrance. And as much as I
wanted to stay mad at him , I couldn't. Not really. Kai was... Kai. And for better or worse, he was my best friend.
Well, we arrived at school somewhere between early-ish and late-ish. You know, that awkward middle ground where you're not technically late but definitely not on time
either. I blame Kai, obviously. Because we argued way longer than I actually wrote.
And it wasn't just a regular argument—it was a huge confrontation. Like, the kind
you'd expect in a courtroom drama, except a lot dumber and involving fewer suits.
"Any who", we got to school whenever we got to school. But let's talk about Kai for a
second. Because, honestly? He's actually quite handsome. Like, absurdly handsome. But he wears oversized glasses and braces, always adjusting those glasses like he's about to lecture me on the theory of relativity.
He's kind, hilarious, sm art, and best of all, he loves pizza. Like, a lot. I wouldn't trade him for anyone. Ever. Because I love him a lot. He's always been there for me.
Like when my dad—or, I guess my first dad, the one that actually birthed me— died. Or... mysteriously disappeared cos I didn't see shit corpse in the fuckin' coffin; it was empty. Still not sure which, but it's not like anyone's handing out clear answers on that. Kai was there for me. Always. And if being a mad scientist with a nose-destroying chemical addiction is the price I have to pay for his friendship, then so be it.
But enough about that. Because no one actually cared how early or late we showed up to school.
At least, that's what I thought. Until M r. Hawkins slapped us with detention.
Mr. Hawkins—better known as Hawk. Because his name sort of rhymes with Hulk. And, like the Hulk, he's "...always angry". Like, unnecessarily angry. The dude's
practically on a mission to ruin teenagers' lives for the fun of it.
Or at least that's how it felt. Because, come on, we were just teenagers. From our perspective, everything we did seemed perfectly reasonable.
So, detention. Because of course it was. And the day was just getting started.
A moment after Mr. Hawkins handed us detention, the bell ending the first class rang, prompting the start of the next. I moved rapidly to my locker, grabbing my books and getting ready for math class. And that's when it happened.
The moment you've all been waiting for. Drum roll, please. Imaginary drums in m y
head going: Do-do-
do-do-do-do.
Hmm although I think 20th Century Fox's intro would've been more dramatic.
Zach walked in.
Oh yeah, this is the part where the most handsome guy in the school makes his grand entrance.
If you attended the same South Lakes High school I'm pretty sure you wouldn't deny this fact.
Right in the middle of his slightly-less-handsome-than-Zach amigos, like some royal entourage whose only purpose is to make him look even better.
Zach is exactly 190 cm tall. I'm 5'7". Yeah, I know. Our kids are going to be adorable.
He's got these hazel eyes, a perfectly straight nose, well-shaved jawline, and lips so tender they look like they've never heard of chapping. Like, seriously, does he have a
secret lip balm factory somewhere inside his lis like "Inside out".
Now, here's the part all the girls rave about. His chest. Protruding like he's smuggling marble slabs under his shirt. According to his exes—and there's a lot of them —it's somehow both hard and soft at the same time. Like sleeping on the world's most comfortable rock.
Below that, the famous abs. Six-pack. And even lower... well, let's just say the rumors about the monstrous fellow enjoying
thew warmth of his undies are very popular lunchtime gossip.
And, of course, it wouldn't be a perfect entrance without an imaginary fan blowing his perfect curly black hair backward. Seriously, it's like the universe just decided, "You know what? This guy's already insanely attractive, but let's add some dramatic hair flow and gnarly-smelling cologne that somehow fills the entire hallway."
Perfection, ladies and gentlem en. Walking, breathing, slightly, ok, very arrogant perfection.
He was smart, funny, and a damn good swimmer. He loved parties— especially because he threw them all. And yeah, he always ended up getting drunk and hiding in drugs with his guys. But I mean, who doesn't have their vices, right? Everyone's got
their way of dealing with life. And Zach... well, Zach's life was pretty messed up.
His parents were explorers, always off chasing lost cities and mythical creatures while their actual child was stuck at home alone.
Some people said he wondered why he was even born if they were just going to treat him like a burden. And yeah, that's probably where the drugs and anger came from. But it's not like that stuff made him a bad person. He was still kind.... Sort of. When he wanted to be. Okay, fine, maybe "kind" is a stretch.
He had serious temper issues, which were probably another gift from the various nannies who "took care of him ." By "took care of," I mean abused him. We rarely saw marks so I'd say it was more of emotional and sexual.
Several of them , actually. It's not like he ever talked about it directly, but the rumors were there. And I saw the way his fists clenched whenever someone brought up his childhood.
But Zach wasn't all rage and darkness. He was like... one of those beautiful, tragic characters you read about in novels. You know, the ones you just want to fix.
Like, when we were 10, in 5th grade, he got into this massive fight with Mrs. Katherine about his grade on some stupid test. And when I say "fight," I mean he kicked her pelvis. Which, okay, sounds crazy, but she was having an affair with Mr. Ben, the
janitor, and when he heard about it, the guy beat the hell out of Zach.
It was a whole scandal—the kind of thing that gets people fired and thrown in jail. Mrs. Katherine left the school I thought she resigned cos of disgrace but she was fired. Apparently having relationship in a professional setting is bad or illegal. Mr. Ben on the other hand went to jail for what he did.
Zach was in the hospital for two weeks. And, um ... call me weird, but he looked pretty hot all bandaged up. Like, dangerously attractive. The sort of guy you want to run away from but also can't help but keep staring at.
Zach was supposed to be suspended or even expelled but, he's parents had their way and the scales were tipped off in his favor. So he was sentenced to an eternity of therapy and Anger Management sessions.
Yeah, I knew. I'm probably insane for liking him this much. But he was Zach. And there was something about him that just... pulled me in.
Did I forget to mention that he was smart? Like, annoyingly, unfairly smart. The kind of smart where you just know he's going to waltz his way into Harvard or some other snobby school where everyone's constantly flexing their fancy degrees and caffeine addictions.
And for all of you who hate him because of his flaws, just know this: NONE of you are or were hot and smart at the same time. So, yeah. Checkmate.
His locker was right next to m ine, but we barely said a word to each other. It was all just the occasional HEYs and HIs thrown around like spare change. Nothing special. And yet, I was so damn hung up on him.
Seriously, what was wrong with me?
I can't believe I was that deep in love with a boy who only ever gave me half-smiles and polite nods. You know what, I actually shouldn't blame myself too much. I was young, I was naïve, and honestly, I hadn't really figured out my sexuality back then.
But don't worry, I have now. I've come to terms with it. It is what it is. And I just want you guys to know that I'm still your funny, loving and fun to read about Davina.
But back to Zach. Or should I say... Zachy. Yeah, that's what I called him in my head. His real name's Zachary. Or maybe it's Zachariah. Who knows?
All I know is, the rest of the world calls him Zach, and I call him Zacky—just not to his face. Oh, and maybe sometimes when I'm talking to Kai. So, paws off!
I know, I know. He's your typical high school crush—the kind you're supposed to grow out of. And I guess I just always felt like there was a weird connection between us.
Zachy opened his locker, grabbed his notebook, and snapped it shut with a loud clack. I noticed we were headed to the same class. Faith. And without thinking, I blurted out, "Wait, Zachy?"
I froze. Did I seriously just say that out loud? "What the hell is that, mom?" I shot him a look.
Zach raised an eyebrow, as if I'd just insulted him. But then, that damn smile of his softened everything. He was a bastard, but he knew how to pull off that "I'm teasing, but still cool" look.
"Zachy?" Logan's voice broke through, a little too loud, a little too confident. "Didn't know your mom was in school, bro."
It was Logan. The idiot. The guy who once tried to take advantage of me at a party when I was way too drunk to remember. Ever since then, things were... weird. But to him? Nothing ever happened. Boys, am I right?
Zach's face turned dark, his eyes narrowing at Logan. "Shut the fuck off, fool." He didn't flinch.
He didn't back down. He just let Logan know who was boss, with that sick burn that made
Logan look like he'd just been slapped by his own mom.
Logan didn't back off. Instead, he gave that smug grin, as if he didn't care. But Zach didn't even bat an eye. He turned back to me, giving me that smirk again.
"What's up, D?" His voice was softer now, the playful tone almost gone, replaced by something more... real.
I shuffled on my feet, feeling my pulse in my ears. It was cold, and I was definitely cold. My legs were trembling, and all I could think about was what I was about to say.
"I... I just..." The words wouldn't come out. My mouth went dry. I wanted to say something, but my brain just... froze. I wasn't ready for the eyes, the heat of the moment, the pressure. It felt like a million zags staring at me, judging, waiting for me to fuck up.
Lucian-no, Chad-cuts in. Chad, one of Zach's slightly less-handsome sidekicks, is an African-
American exchange student from... somewhere. Wait, was that racist? If it was, I didn't mean it. I thrive on social equality.
Chad's smart, hot, and the second-best swimmer in school. Well, after Zach, of course. I know, I know, you're probably thinking this is the kind of school where they play rugby. But no, this isn't some snobby rich-kid academy. We're fine with swimming. Or at least, we get to see the boys' abs and chests every day. I can't believe I used to crave them so much.
Not like rugby, where they wear fake muscles and run around smashing into each other like brainless idiots.
Yeah, yeah, I'm not a rugby fan. ut I guess it's cool in its own way. Whatever.
Now, back to the point....
Chad sighed. "Okay, let's go, or we're gonna be late for class." God, he's such a dweeb sometimes.
"Yeah, come on, let's go." Logan chimed in, like a guy who suddenly found a reason to care.
Zach shot him a look. "Since when did you care about class?"
Logan shrugged. "Man, I don't. I just wanna get outta here before she starts another speech."
Zach's eyes flicked back to me. "Don't worry, D. Go on, I'm listening." He said it with so much enthusiasm, like I was about to tell him the winning lottery numbers.
My heart felt like it was trying to escape through my throat. But I had to say it. Now or never.
"I wanted to say... that I like you. Like, not just like you, but like like you."
It was too late to stop now. The words were free-falling from my mouth. "I've liked you sincef ifth grade. After your injury. I don't know, you looked kinda hot. And ever since, I've had a thing for you."
I gasped for air. Jesus Christ, was I rapping?
Zach just stood there. Blinking. Processing.
I was sure he got most of it. At least the important parts. Probably. Hopefully?
And before you all start judging, no, this didn't come out of nowhere. We've had progress. We'vet talked before. Okay, maybe not talked talked, but there were occasional "heys" and "highs." And one time, he even pushed the boundaries of our relationship with a "How are you doing?" And yoday? Today, he straight-up said "What's up."
That has to mean something, right?
"So..." I exhaled. "Do you... like me?"
I tried to hit him with my best puppy-dog eyes. The ones that never work.
Zach didn't even hesitate.
"No."
Oof.
"Please?" Okay. That was desperate.
"Hell no."
That one stung.
"You're like a sister to me."
A sister? We barely even talk.
I squinted at him, trying to understand. "A sister?"
Zach groaned. "I didn't say sister, dummy."
Oh.
Ohhh.
That's when I knew.
This was it. The part of teenage life they don't warn you about. The part where your crush humiliates you in front of everyone, and suddenly, all those little butterflies in your stomach?
They shrivel up and die.
From that day forward, he wasn't Zachy to me.
Just Zach.
"Look, Davina, I think you must be hearing things. You might want to get some help. I don't like you. I mean, look at you. No self-esteem. You're beautiful, don't get me wrong, but you're just not my type, okay?" Zach said, practically spitting the words out like they were a chore. His eyes didn't even meet mine. Classic move.
He scratched his head like he was trying to figure out what locker he was even supposed to open, then slammed it shut. Bang.
"Fuck!" Zach cursed, punching his locker like it had personally offended him, before walking off
like nothing happened. Not even a scratch. Typical Zach.
If it was possible for my soul to exit my body and slap him, I'm sure that would have been the moment.
In the moment? Yeah, I stood there. Frozen. Just absorbing all of it. The words were cutting, sure, but more than that, I could hear the other students' voices in my head-Daaaamn girl, ouch, that's gonna sting. Stupid bitch, crazy girl. Wow, high schoolers really should come with a warning label: Proceed with extreme caution.
Now, I get it. Back then, I was like, Why would he say that? And I cried like a damn waterfall.
But looking back? I laugh now. Really, I do. Zach wasn't even a 10 in the first place. Maybe more like a... 5, if I'm feeling generous. Cos he had a lot of issues other than the mentioned ones but I'm putting the rest on safe search. I was in way over my head.
From that day forward, I swore I was done with Zach. Not that we ever really talked, but you better believe I wasn't even going to acknowledge him anymore. Fu1ck him.
It wasn't just the rejection. It was the whole damn circus of it. I was barely 15 and he was already acting like the world owed him something. Like, dude, calm down.
Davina mockingly wipes her eyes. "Oh, woe is me."
But then, I swear, I heard Sister. Right? Did anyone else hear it? Because I'm not imagining that.
Sister? I'd never heard him say it before, and I was too stunned to ask. Weird, right? But hey, maybe I just need an excuse for why I was crushed. Like, Really, Davina? You thought that guy had feelings for you? How cocky are you?
Then I saw Kai.
He wasn't exactly the most confident guy when it came to physical contact. He was still trying to open his hands toward me, but his social anxiety had him stuck in that halfway there phase.
Come on, Kai, you're almost there. I watched him nervously inch his hands toward me, but he never quite made it. His whole body screamed "please don't leave me hanging" without actually saying it. I think that was like his first attempt to socialization in public.
I saw the effort, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't let him pity me like that. It wasn't about him; it was about me holding on to whatever dignity I had left.
So, what did I do? I did the mature thing. I turned around and stormed off to the nearest bathroom. A girl's bathroom, because that's where all the magic happens: makeup, sex, you name it.
I know, I know. Rude. But it was either that or let Kai think I needed his sympathy, which I definitely didn't. Keep it together, Davina.
The noises were unbearable. My head was pounding, and I just couldn't take it anymore.
So there I was, sitting on the fucking floor of the girls' bathroom. Yeah, yeah, disgusting. Sue me.
Then, because the universe just hates me, some random girl walked in.
She took one look at me, sitting there like some tragic main character, and-of course-she had to approach me.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft, gentle.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
"Fuck off, bitch," I snapped.
She froze. "What?"
"I said go. Stick your fucking head down the bloody toilet or something-just leave me alone!"
That should have been the end of it. She should've walked away, shaken her head like, damn,
that girl needs therapy, and minded her business.
But NOPE.
She turned, walked into the stall, and-
WAIT
I was still sitting there, wiping my stupid tears, when I heard the toilet lid creak open.
My brain had just started processing what was happening when-
SPLASH.
I blinked.
My head snapped up. This chick-this absolute lunatic-had just dunked her head inside the toilet.
"WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yelled, scrambling to my feet so fast I almost tripped. "WHAT THE
FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"
No response.
I rushed forward, grabbed her shoulders, and yanked her back. "Okay, okay, okay, stop it! You win! You're crazy! I get it! Just-STOP-"
And then-just like that-her body went limp.
I froze.
No, no, no, no.
I stared at her, hoping, praying, BEGGING for her to move.
Nothing.
"NO, NO, NO-FUCK, I DIDN'T MEAN IT!"
I tried checking for a pulse, but who the hell knows how to check a pulse?! I pressed random spots on her neck, her wrist-nothing. Or maybe something? I DON'T KNOW.
Then I looked up.
And saw them.
Two girls.
Standing in the doorway.
Just Staring.
Their mouths slowly opened.
And then-
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
God-forsaken girls.
They screamed like they had just walked into a horror movie.
And honestly? Fair. Because WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?