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Her Body (Girl X Girl) By alabastersnow Characters: 5523

Updated: 2017-11-20 19:08



(n.) a strong feeling of displeasure and usually of antagonism


"PARIS CARTER." Bleu couldn't believe her eyes. Her best friend was actually back. Right here, in front of her, after a year of complete silence.

"Hey, " that soft voice touched her ears again.

Before she could help herself, a slap loudly echoed across the restroom and Paris' head whipped to the side.

"I guess I deserved that." The taller brunette touched her reddened cheek and looked at Bleu in the eye.

"How could you just leave like that?" Bleu's voice was low, her fists trembling at her sides. "You broke me, Paris, after all we've been through together you just upped and left. After all that I've done for you, the least you could do was tell me. Tell me where you were going."

"I know Bleu, and I'm sorry I-"

"No, Paris, " Bleu's jaw clenched and she moved closer. "Sorry isn't going to turn back time. Sorry won't bring back a year of constantly thinking about what I did wrong to make you leave without telling me. Sorry won't unbreak a heart only a best friend could shatter. So shut the fuck up."

Paris bit her lip and nodded, tears filling up in her green orbs. Bleu felt her heart drop at the sight, and she restrained herself from reaching out to wipe her tears away.

"And so you left for what, " the blonde gestured to her body. "This? To lose weight?"

The brown-haired beauty looked to the ground, her voice trembling, "I couldn't let you protect me all the time, " She looked back up, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I wanted you to be proud of me. I wanted the beautiful popular girl to be seen walking with one just as pretty."

"That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard in my life, " Bleu scoffed. "You know I don't give a flying fuck what other people thought. I-"

"Babe?" a knock sounded at the door, Dean's voice muffled behind it. "You've been in there a while. You ok?"

"Yeah, " Bleu looked back at Paris with resignation. "I am now."

She turned to leave and felt a hand gently hold her arm. Her heart stuttered and she looked back at the brunette.


"You're dating..." Paris swallowed, fear evident in her eyes. "Dean Collins? My... bully?"

Bleu took her arm away from the other one's hold, somehow needing distance. "Yeah, well he was there for me when you weren't."

"O-oh, " The blonde dropped her head. "I see." Then she grabbed her backpack and walked out, but not before whispering, "I'm sorry. You don't owe me anything. I'll stay out of your way."

She opened the door and stiffened when she saw the dirtied-up jock leaning against the frame. She rushed past him and he looked back at Bleu in surprise.

"Was that Paris Carter?"

"In the flesh, " Bl

eu murmured, those tear-stained green eyes imprinted in her mind.


The next day, the school buzzed with the news. Paris "Farter" was back. And apparently a lot hotter. Some say she did it to get revenge. Others say she got stranded on an island and starved. The rumours were typical, but they all viewed her the same. Girls wanted to be her. Guys wanted her. Heck, even a few girls wanted her like that.

Bleu didn't give a shit.

So why did her heart skip a beat when she walked in her Physics class the next day and a certain brunette sat at the back? She was surprised Mr. Hobbs took in Paris at such short notice.

Today those long, slim legs were encased in black skinny jeans, her toes painted maroon red and in delicate sandals. She wore a silk blouse, the soft fabric molding themselves around her curves and even hanging off her bra cups. Bleu wrenched her eyes away from her ex-best friend's very appealing chest area and took her usual seat at the front. What was going on with her?

Someone passed her a note and she opened it, silently groaning and rolling her eyes.

Paris Carter got HOT mama. How are you still straight?


She turned in her seat to flip the short girl her middle finger and the latter's eyes widened, her hand covering her mouth as she laughed. It was so unlike Bleu to flip the bird. She even swore this morning when her toes hit her kitchen counter. And she rarely ever swore.

She knew it started when Paris came back into her life, but she had no idea why.

During the lecture, Bleu couldn't help but sneak a few glances behind her, mentally slapping herself everytime.

Paris' rich, mahogany hair was tied up in a ponytail, little wisps escaping to frame her face. Her green eyes twinkled as she laughed at something her seatmate said, and Bleu felt something tug in her. No, I'm not jealous.

"Omg Paris, you're practically my best friend!" an annoyingly high-pitched voice giggled and Bleu growled.

She was mine first. Get your own human, Susan.

She shut her eyes. What was she thinking? She slapped her for goodness' sakes. She knew without a doubt that Paris Carter hates her guts now and she knows she hated her in return.

Yeah, you should hate her, she thought to herself. She left you, remember? What kind of a best friend is that?

"Ok everyone, now pay attention. We will be having an experiment on Newton's Laws of Motion, and instead of using apparatuses, " Mr. Hobbs paused for dramatic effect. "We'll be using our own bodies. So I will be choosing the partners."

Bleu groaned inwardly. She really wasn't in the mood to be bumping and pressing her body against someone else for the sake of this stupid-

"Bleu Ivy and Paris Carter."

Oh, God no.

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