Cori's POV

"Alright, let's give this one more go," I thought to myself, trying to wing my eyeliner for the 36th time. I had my right eye done perfectly, but it was my left eye that was being troublesome. My little brother, Luke, was obnoxiously knocking on the door.
"Hurry up! I have to to pee!" He yelled.
"Shut up, Luke!" I rolled my eyes. Steadily, I drew the black ink across my eyelid perfectly. Not too thick, not too thin, just right. After I finished my makeup, I flat ironed my hair, and then went to the living room to get my book bag. I waved to my mom good bye and headed to the bus stop up the top of my street. Suddenly, I remembered what Mallory told me. She said,
"Buses are for peasants," and that I shouldn't ride them. And simple as that, I don't ride them anymore. Mallory's mom's Range Rover is supposed to swing by and pick me up by 7:30, so I quickly shuffled my feet back to my front and waited for their car. I grabbed my cell phone and whistled at my contour. My eyeliner was sharp enough to stab a person, my highlighter was just enough for a glow, but not too much to make me look like a brand new penny, and my contour looked fly as a... well, a fly.

When the car finally pulled up, I sat in the back seat with Sallori and Valerie, because Mallory was in the front seat with her mom.
"There's been a fight..." Valerie whispers extremely quietly.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"We will text you," Sallori mouthed holding her phone, ready to text. She made a group chat with the three of us.
This is how the conversation went:

V: Mallory does not want to be our friend anymore.

C: What happened?

S: She's pregnant, and somehow
we are to blame for it.

"Breathe Cori, Breathe," I thought to myself. My heart dropped deep into my butthole.

C: OH MY GOD!

S: Yeah...

V: Who's the dad?

S: I've told you a million times, Valerie. It's probably that Brendon guy.

I immediately thought of my absolute favorite person in the world, (except for the people in my family, of course) Brendon Urie. He is the lead singer in Panic! At the Disco. But he's 29 years old, so it obviously wouldn't be him as the dad.

C: I'm in shock rn. oh my god.
why is she mad at us tho?

V: God only knows. Nothing is ever her fault.

S: Yeah, who the heck has sex in middle school?

I giggled quietly to myself, because I know that Alana did it with Jacob. She's such a whore. I'm glad I cut her out of my life.

We pulled up into the school, thanked Mallory's mom for the ride, and watched the car zoom out of the parking lot. Mallory stood right in front of us with her hands on her hips.
"And you guys can find your own way to school!" She shouted as loud as she could to get the point across.
"What did we do?" I asked her.
"You guys set me up with him!
"I have nothing to do with that guy, I don't even know who he is!"
She stared at me blankly for five seconds, second guessing herself for yelling at me.
"Well... You're guilty by associating with them." She concluded, and then stomped off. The three of us stood there, motionless and shocked. I had so many questions, and not enough answers.