Lisa Green, head cheerleader at Evans High school and recently single, was currently seated at her vanity mirror, touching up her mascara after her bitter tears had washed it away. She glared at her reflection; her eyes were still a little puffy from her crying despite the thick layer of cover up she had applied. She cursed Brandon for making her force the tears that had ruined her makeup. She cursed that awful Sharon with her sophisticated good looks, and calm attitude. And she cursed herself for not having seen the changes that had taken place the moment that girl had walked into her perfect life, and screwed everything up!No sooner had she replaced the mascara wand in its tube, then her cell phone rang, the song "Rumors" by Lindsay Lohan played, her best friend's ring tone.
I'm tired of rumors starting!
I'm sick of being followed!
I'm tired of people ly-
Lisa snapped it open, greeting her friend distractedly as she daubed on some lip gloss.
"Lisa!" squealed the adolescent, Felicia "Mealy-mouth" Morgan. The girl was the biggest big mouth in the entire school; she knew everything about everyone, and had no qualms about leaking the juiciest bits to whoever had the most influence. Consequently, no one went to her with their secrets; not that that deterred her. She had her ways of finding out what she wanted (which mostly included sneaking around, and hiding behind corners). Once, she had been given the position on the school paper as the gossip columnist, "Chit-Chat", she had the chance to snoop even more. Felicia was Lisa's right-hand girl, supplying her with crippling information about her peers.
"Lisa!" she repeated, obviously upset by something. "We have a big problem!"
"What did you hear?" Lisa asked, straight to the point.
"I didn't hear. I saw."
"Well, go on. Spit it out."
"I saw Sharon and Brandon! Together!"
"What?!" Lisa screeched, standing up so violently that her cushioned stool toppled over. "What do you mean 'together?!'"
"I mean together. Like, kissing, together."
Lisa was fuming, her face was bright red, and she was gripping her phone so tightly it was a wonder it did not crack under the pressure. "Tell. Me. Everything," she said slowly, deliberately.
Felicia quickly recapped Brandon's visit, because she lived in the same neighborhood as Sharon, and had just been glancing out her bedroom window when she saw the whole thing. By the time she had finished, Lisa had calmed down just enough to prevent her from splintering her phone.
"Felicia," she said quietly, in a strained voice, "we must find out what is going on here. A strange series of events is unfolding, and I intend to discover the meaning of them. Until I am satisfied, I am ordering you to keep this information to yourself. Should I hear a word of this mess floating around school, you will find yourself the center of attention when I tell everyone about your... situation. Understand?" Her voice was sneering now, calculating and shrewd.
Felicia audibly gulped, sent stuttering at the simple innuendo. "Y-yes, Lisa," she stammered. "I u-u-understand."
"Good. Now, get to work. Find out what you can, for tomorrow," she said, glaring fixedly at her mirror image, "there will be a war."
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