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“Holy shit.”
“Gigi? Hello Georgina? Earth to Georgina?” Shea said, still on the phone call
Gigi was shocked at the sight in front of her. There, sitting on Mrs Zamo’s desk was none other than the pink vision that was Trixe, their new music teacher.
Gigi would have assumed it was just her having a chat with the Russian teacher, had her shirt been on. She was sitting there, shirtless, wide eyes and smudged lipstick. As for Mrs Z, she had the top 5 buttons of her shirt open and her lipstick, too, was smudged. They both looked at Gigi, faces flushed whilst Gigi still held the phone to her ears:
“Umm, Shea…”
“Yes bitch?? What the fuck happened???” Shea questioned.
Gigi took another look at Mrs Z and Trixie, they both had pleading looks in their eyes, Trixie was now facing the floor, unable to look at her student, whilst Mrs Z was slowly shaking her head, looking shocked, but still stern.
Gigi was having a debate in her head, she either tells Shea and has her new favourite teacher possibly loose her job, or she does not tell the her about teachers but still has to deal with Mrs Zamo keeping hers.
She decided to simply go with her first option, wanting Trixie to stay:
“Oh no, nothing, don’t worry about it.” She said rather quickly, “my phone is just about to die, so I got to go.”
Before Shea could even say a simple goodbye, Gigi had hung up, staring Mrs Z in the eyes the whole time.
“Well, well, well… what do we have here?” Gigi said mockingly, still only acknowledging Mrs Z.
“It isn’t what it looks like!” Trixie quickly said, sounding extremely nervous.
“Well, it looks to me like you and Zamo over here are either fucking on the side or are married. Care to tell me which?” Gigi replied, clearly finding joy out of her least favourite teacher’s pain.
“It’s none of your business, Georgina. Now go back to class or detention for 3 weeks.” Mrs Z spat sternly.
“Are you really threatening ME? Last I checked I was the one who caught YOU. Not the other way around. Besides, I have a hallpass, so you can’t give me detention for doing nothing apart from coming to fetch my books.” Gigi said, clearly annoyed that Mrs Z tried to one-up her.
“Katya… Its fine, maybe we should just tell her.” Trixie said so quietly if it had been any quieter, it would have come out as a whisper.
“No, Patricia, I will not give into her controlling ways. She controls everyone in this school, except me, and I refuse to allow her the power she wants.” Mrs Z exclaimed.
“You do realize I’m right here, right?” The blonde cheerleader said with a scoff. “Just tell me and I’ll be along my merry way. I promise.” She said in the sweetest voice manageable, while crossing her fingers behind her back. “Besides, if you don’t I can easily run to Mr Charles. Tell him everything I saw.” She added on, knowing if she carries on this strong, she is bound to get the information she ever so clearly wants.
“Katya, I mean Mrs Zamolodchikova, is my wife. We have been together for 6 years and married for 2. Are you happy now?” Trixie said, clearly unhappy with the outcome of the situation.
“How did you meet?” Gigi asked, clearly curious whilst her sky-blue eyes were piercing into Mrs Zamo’s, showing she wanted her to answer.
“I already told you what you wanted to know, please excuse yourself now, as you promised, Miss Goode.” Trixie pressed, knowing the teenager had outsmarted them before it could be proven.
“Nah-ah-ah,” Gigi said, shaking her pointer finger in their faces before revealing the crossed fingers she had placed behind her back. “No promise was made, only a simple statement that was a little bit off of the truth.” She said with a smirk on her face.
“You mean a lie?’ Mrs Z finally spoke up, “Honestly, Georgina, I really thought you were better than this, especially with all you go through at home.” Mrs Z knew she was pressing buttons, she knew she should stop, but she had a fire lit under her ass and was not planning on putting it out anytime soon, “What do you want me to say? ‘Congratulations, you’re just as toxic as the rest of the family.’. No. I do not think they see you as a disappointment just because you’re a little dyke craving attention from your family who has neglected you since you were 2 to focus on work and never got around to whipping up another devil to keep you company. I think they see you as a disappointment because no matter how hard you try to be perfect, you will always be one step behind another, hell, actually you’ll be 100 steps behind them. The fact that you are popular and have a pretty group of friends will never give you the right to treat anyone the way you treat people.” Gigi could feel hot tears running down her cheeks as Mrs Z carried on, moving closer and closer to her, staring her in the eyes the entire time, “You don’t think I hear all the crude and offensive comments about not only the students here, but the teachers too. Don't you think I hear all the ‘old hag with issues’ comments made about me? Well guess what, princess, I do. I hear everything you and your little group of devils say and you know what, I feel bad for you all. The fact that you have to spend hours and hours insulting others-”
“Shut up.” Gigi interrupted, tears still pouring down thick.
“The fact that you guys cant talk about the real problem of the school which is you, Georgina, YOU.” Mrs Z carried on.
“Katya…” Trixie started, but she was quickly interrupted by Mrs Z who only carried on talking to Gigi, not listening to Trixie, “The way you decide that just because everyone else has a put-together family and yours is fucked up that you have to take it out on everyone, only to go home and be yelled at and hit for having sexual attractions to girls and for being ‘such a disappoint-“
Mrs Z was unable to finish that sentence, for as she was about to finish the last word, she was slapped across the face by a crying, red-faced, puffy eyed Gigi, who took off the moment the teacher was out of her face.
Gigi did not know what to do, or where to go for that matter, when she remembered someone, whom she had grown extremely fond of, telling her she was ditching today. She ran past all the classrooms, not caring who could see her cry, as it was not an unusual sight what with her being so emotionally damaged.
She ran past all the parked cars, including Jaida’s pink Maserati, which she had arrived to school in with everyone else in her small, but powerful, friend group.
Gigi had snuck out many times, specifically to go to either Shea, Jaida or Kiki’s house, but today she found herself running in a direction she hardly ever went in. One she only ever rode her bike in once to drop off the one girl she ever so desperately wanted to see. The girl she was going to see.
As Gigi made her way to the front porch of the small home, she was quick to contemplate whether this was a good idea or not. Before she could even decide, the front door swung open with great speed, and standing there, barely 2 inches away from her own face, was Crystal Methyd.
Crystal
Crystal was the best thing that had happened to Gigi in 3 years. She arrived this year to do her exchange years until they graduated, which was 4 years away.
Crystal had short brown hair, that was cut just below her shoulders, and beautiful brown eyes that Gigi constantly found herself lost in. She had very tanned skin with freckles scattered across her face, marking it perfectly. Gigi was sure she liked Crystal. The only issue is that not only is Crystal straight, but she sees Gigi as a best friend. And that’s all. Or so Gigi thinks…
“What the hell happened to you?!” Gigi was jolted out of her trance by Crystal’s worrisome words. She tried to answer, she really did, but the moment she opened her mouth, all the tears that had dried on the run to Crystal’s house came pouring down again.
“Get in. You don’t have to tell me now, but please, let me take care of you.” Crystal said, with sympathy evident in her voice.
The only thing Gigi could to in response was simply nod. She walked in slowly, Crystal holding her hand and slightly squeezing it to show she that she was there for her.
Crystal led Gigi into her room, offered her a glass of water which she declined, and sat her down on her bed.
They were silent for a while before Crystal finally decided to speak up, “What’s up Geege? What’s wrong?”
Gigi looked at her, almost as if for reassurance that if she tells Crystal everything, she wouldn’t judge her. Crystal obviously picked up on what she was attempting to tell her without words, and said in a serious tone, “I’m not going to judge you. I’m here.”
Gigi poured her heart out to Crystal, from the way she acted at school and the abuse she experienced at home (both things she had chosen not to tell Crystal when they first met) all the way to the way she caught Mrs Z and Trixie in the Russia classroom, and everything Mrs Zamolodchikova (who she decided to call Katya when explaining everything to Crystal, solely out of spite and the fact that she now knew her name) had said.
“Wait, so youre telling me your teacher decided to bring up everything wrong with you just because you caught her doing things with her wife?” Crystal asked when Gigi finished spilling everything to her. Gigi only replied with a nod, looking down due to the disappointment she was feeling throughout the full conversation.
“What the fuck?!” Crystal carried on, startling Gigi at first, “you can’t just tell a student everything wrong with them just because you were caught doing something you should not have been doing.” Gigi’s heart dropped when Crystal said this sentence. Did she now thing Gigi was some fucked up 15-year-old? She never should have said anything.
Crystal seemed to notice the change and then reassured her saying, “I’m glad you came to me. I am so sorry you have had to go through all of this. We are only in 9th grade though, that teacher needs to learn to control her anger issues.” This managed to get a slight giggle out of Gigi, who simply added on, “in her defence, I was pushing her buttons.” Crystal was quick to respond to the statement, seemingly less worried now that they were joking around a bit, “Pushing buttons or not, you should never mention somebody’s homelife in an argument.” She pulled Gigi into a tight hug, and felt the blue-eyed girl ease up in her arms. They stayed like that for a while, when Crystal finally decided to look at Gigi, she noticed the girl had fallen into a restful slumber. She carefully laid Gigi onto her bed and snuggled up next to her, taking in her lavender shampoo and cherishing this small moment before, also, falling asleep, limbs still tangled with Gigi’s.