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x LAURA x
Although no one in the car seems to want to acknowledge this, I sense the tense and sensitive vibe in the car. Are these really friends or just enemies in disguise?
"So, where do you live, Laura?" Dior asked me casually. And why did I agree to her stupid bargain? And what does Dior even get out of it? 
"Um," I wasn't exactly head over heels to tell my former bullies my residency. "It doesn't matter. It can't be that far because our bus stops are near each other," Dior saved me from her question. Memories of this morning crossed my mind, and by the look on everyone else's faces, it crossed their's too.
"I've been to Dior's house plenty of times. It's nice. But Demon's is better," Syn commented, staring at a basketball highlight on her phone. 
I snorted, not able to stop myself.
Yeah, enemies in disguise.
Syn's face twisted up into a scowl in the passenger as Demon sped away from Northwest High. "What, do you have a different opinion? Have you seen Demon's bedroom?" she taunted me. Dior rolled her eyes next to me. "And don't wanna see it either," I commented. 
"This is stupid, Dior. Just tell the girl to keep her mouth shut and threaten her friends. We don't needa play pretend and act like we really wanna be her friend so she can keep a secret," Syn complained.
"Hm. Well, if that's what you were tryna do, you did a pretty sucky job of that," I find myself commenting. God, it's like I didn't realize they could dump my body and I'd never be heard from again. I need to shut up.
Suddenly I heard laughter from the front seat and I was afraid my worst fear was about to come true. 
"I'm sorry, but she ain't lying, Syn. You're horrible at being fake," Demon laughed from the driver's seat.
"I think she's too accustomed to it," Dior murmured, an irritated expression on her face. I turned to her, since the bargain seemed to be off at this point and their facade had been exposed, why would we continue it if our cover had been blown?
"So what's your obsession with Syn about?" I ask her, my voice not too loud in case it was something unknown to the others.
"I'm not obsessed with her," she scowled, "and I don't know why I'm even telling you, but...it's because I'm tired of Syn wasting her time on Demon. I've done enough of that and I'm tired of arguing with her over Demon. I just want Syn for myself and for her to realize that she belongs with me."
My eyes widened, "Well...that's unexpected," I laughed. Dior scowled again, but I gave her an optimistic perspective, "Well, now that our cover is blown, at least you don't have to deal with me anymore. And I'm not interested in snitching on y'all because I'm just tryna graduate high school."
"Hmph, and why should we believe you?" Dior asked.
"I don't know," I stared into her eyes, her gaze unwavering. 
"Fine. We leave you alone, you don't snitch. New deal," she held out her hand.
"New deal," I agree, shaking it.
In all actuality, who's to say anyone would even take my word for anything I say if I did snitch when they hold so much power over everyone else? In reality, this deal could only work in their favor, but I try not to let that get to me too much. 
I'm just a Southwest kid.
"How're my folks in the backseat?" Demon asked.
"Oh here we go," Dior rolled her eyes.