Time check: 7:45 am

Dela's POV:

We're catching up on being on break, away from each other in the little amount of time that we have before school; Darienne stayed home and Bianca went to the mountains for a ski lodge resort. Nothing crazy happen--

"Dela, did Adore text you on break?" Bianca randomly asks. "She did. Quite frequently," I didn't forget about what she said when all four of us were together last. I was very mad at her. I mean, I still am, but now I have a cool head. I wonder if she told Bianca.

"Has she talked to you?" I slyly ask. She shakes her head. Oh dear, she's angry. "Was she supposed to text you?" I question. "No, but.--" "I got this," Darienne interjects. "You see, Bianca was up in the mountains and she barely had cell service, and the rare times that she did, she spent it on texting and calling Adore, who obviously ignored her. Rude." I take in what I hear, and she's right, that is rude! "That's really shitty, I'm sorry Bea." I rub her shoulder for support. She flashes a smile and the tension in her face is gone... for now.

*time skip*

We arrive at school, with 8 minutes to spare. We all get out of Bianca's car, and I can't help but go over to Darienne and hug him so tight. "I missed you so much." I admit in a whisper. I feel her wrap her arms around me and say it back. I lean out and give her a quick kiss, but what was a quick kiss turned into a small makeout. I know Bianca's gonna say something.

It's like I can predict the future. "Oh my god, GET OFF MY CAR! Have some decency!" She screeches. We laugh as we part. "Sorry," I apologize as we lift off of her car. "I'm not." Darienne says, and I just lightly hit her chest. "Let's go, it's cold." I suggest, and we hurry inside.

I go to my locker and change out of my snow clothes and put them in my duffel bag, then replace my snow shoes with navy blue heels, obviously to go our uniform. As I'm grabbing my backpack and taking books out, I can't help but think about what Bianca said about Adore. That's just so cruel. And I should've told her what I know, I just didn't think it was the right time.

I close my locker and walk over to where Bianca and Darienne are standing. "Darienne, may I walk you to your class?" I ask, linking our arms together. Bianca rolls her eyes, "My cue to leave. See you in class." She rubs my arm a little as she walks by us, and we start the other way.

I can't believe that this is how Adore's acting. I really can't believe it.

"So listen," I start off, trying to not sound so nervous. "I was going to tell Bianca this, but I couldn't at the time, but I can't keep this to myself." We stop outside of her class and she looks at me nervously. "What is it?" She says. I have to just spit it out. "I know why Adore is ignoring her." She motions for me to continue.

"Remember the last time us four got together? That night Bea told us she was bipolar? And I told you that Adore felt like she couldn't trust her because she waited all this time to tell?" Finally, an "aha" moment look is on her face. "I forgot l about that! I told myself I wasn't going to forget about it. You said when it became something bigger, you'd tell me."

I nod again and pull her closer to me as we move back from kids piling into the rooms. "So on top her feeling that Bianca doesn't trust her, she said that she didn't want to date Bea anymore because she didn't want to 'step on eggshells' around her. It would be hard for her." I roll my eyes. Dar just looks shocked. "No. You can't be seriously talking about Adore." I just shrug and nod my head. "What did you say to her?" "I told her off! I said it's stupid to think that way, that Bianca is still the same person she's always been!" I see the hallways clearing up, and I see the time at the other end of the hall says 8:57.

She shakes her head, "She's not gonna like this." "That's why you can't tell her. Not yet at least." "What! I have go tell her!" "Please?" I pout. "You can't drop this on me and then expect me not to tell her." she sighs. I quickly kiss her, "I expect you to try. I got to go." With that, I quickly walk to Ms. Visage's class, getting a couple hi's and welcome backs.

Once I walk in, I look at the new seating arrangement, which means I have to ask Ms. Visage for my seat. 

I fully walk in the room with my normally happy self, given the circumstance, and a couple of people say hi, I even got a hug from Violet! I look around and Ms. Visage isn't even here yet.

"Dela!" I hear somebody call me and I eagerly look around, only see that Adore's calling me over. I don't want to seem mean, not in front the whole class, so I go over. She gets up and pulls me into a hug, and a hug a little back. I missed her, but not that negative mindset she has.

She lets go and smiles at me. "I missed you, bitch! How was Seattle?" She asks. "You know, Seattle was great. Actually, I have to get to my seat, you know where it is?" I ask, trying to get out of this conversation the nicest way possible. She frowns, "You're still mad at me, aren't you?"

Class is about start in less than a minute, so I'll have to make this short. "When I came back, I found out that you were ignoring her during break, but texting and calling me. I was going to let go how I felt about how you felt about her disorder so long as it wasn't going to go farther than the night of the dance. But, Adore... you--"

Just then the bell rings, but there's still no Ms. Visage. Still, this is a good time to just walk away. I walk away and over to where Bianca was talking Joslyn. I smile as I give Joslyn a hug. "Dela, O.M.G. hi!" she says. "Well if it isn't my favorite fox in the henhouse." I say as I let go. She stares blankly at me as she smiles. "You always say that, but I never know what that means." She shrugs and walks away. Bianca and I just laugh.

She takes my hand and walks me to the back, back where Adore is. "This is my seat and that's yours." she points to the seats on either side of Adore, who has her head down. Damn, I didn't mean to make her feel this bad.

Bianca looks at me and nods in Adore's direction, her way of asking what's wrong with her. I lie and shake my head in a "I don't know" manner. She walks closer to her and runs her hand over her back.

As a result, Adore shoots her head up, taking her headphones out. "Yes?" She asks. "Are you ok? You seem a little down." There's a dash of compassion, even though her face is solid. Adore just nods and blames it on being sleepy, then puts her head back down. I walk around to my seat and sit. Suddenly, Ms. Davenport walks in with a stack of papers, meaning substitute! She starts passing them out, and I'm definitely okay with doing sub work.

Bianca pops her headphones in and gets right to work, and Adore still looks down. Curse my good heart... I sigh and tap her lightly; I, in good conscience, can't sit and watch as she's feeling down.

She picks her head up and I motion for her to pull her earbud out. She does as told. "I didn't mean to make you mad or upset. I just wanted you to hear how you made me feel. I'm sorry." I apologize with a smile. She smile back and hugs me. "Can we talk about it?" She asks. My smile falters a bit. I look down at my packet. "There's really nothing to talk about... except for the fact I told Bianca you text me but not her. She was a little pissed." Her eyes go wide. "Why?" "Why she was pissed? She's mad about everything so--" "No. Why did you tell her." She doesn't sound upset, just curious.

"Because she asked? And I didn't know it was a secret." I truthfully say. She starts to say something, but she looks over at Bianca first. She stops writing and looks at us; we both suspiciously smile at her, to which she scrunches her eyebrows then looks back down. "I never told her. How I felt." Adore says, a little afraid. "I already got that. But... I did tell Darienne." She dramatically flails her arms up up. "Of course. Telling the best friend of someone you're trying to keep something from is the way to go." She loudly whispers. "Well, at least now you gives you an opportunity to tell her before Darienne does." I give her a stern look. She looks pale, but she doesn't say anything.

I don't want to be in the middle of something that doesn't, nor shouldn't, involve me. But, I do believe in doing right by my people.

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I wholeheartedly believed I been published this.