𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 - 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞

fifteen

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"𝙂𝙊𝘽𝘽𝙔 𝘾𝙊𝙒!"

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"𝐒𝐎, 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐘'𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍?" Nas wiggled her eyebrows at Mollie as she leaned towards her, drowning out Miss Shariff who was droning on about the anatomy of a plant.

"You mean setting me up on a rebound date?" Mollie quirked an eyebrow, causing Nas to nod enthusiastically with a grin. But Mollie simply rolled her eyes at this. "Not a chance. Not happening."

"Oh come on, you ruled out most of our options. Plus, we wouldn't set you up with anyone minging."

"That doesn't leave many options then." Mollie mumbled, pointing over towards a group of boys on the other table who were throwing bits of rubber at each other. Despite her excitement to set Mollie up with someone, even Nas' matchmaker face turned up at that.

"I guess you're right. Leave it to me and Missy, we'll find you someone."

"Don't bother." Alya spoke up from opposite the two girls, a smirk on her face. "Just set her up with her brother, heard she likes to keep it in the family."

"Leave it out, would you, Alya?" Nas rolled her eyes, but it was no use as Alya spoke again.

"Tell me again, Mollie, who does that baby belong to? Is it your nephew, your brother, or your kid? It's hard to keep track at this point." She laughed dryly.

"Tell me again, Alya, do you have an off button?" Mollie fired back. "Because all you ever seem to do is spew a load of spiteful bullshit from that big gob of yours."

Nas nudged Mollie in the side suddenly and sharply, clearing her throat to try and alert her that Miss Shariff was approaching their table. "Mol, stop."

"No, I'm sick of her thinking she knows everything. I wanna give Little Miss Perfect a piece of my mind." Mollie shook her head defiantly, eyes fixated on Alya. "You are so full of shit, you know that? Seriously, do you even have a brain inside that big head of yours or is it all just empty space? If you don't shut the-"

"Mollie Wilson!" Miss Shariff's voice brought about an abrupt stop to Mollie's rant, drawing the attention of the whole class. "That kind of language is unacceptable in this classroom."

"Miss, she started it! The gobby cow said-"

"I don't care what she said, you don't use that kind of language and you certainly don't use childish insults like that." The teacher snapped, making the class turn even more silent than it already was. "I expect this kind of behavior from a Year 7, not a Year 12."

"Oh, 'cause you're one to talk about good behavior, aren't you Miss?" Mollie mumbled under her breath sarcastically, loud enough that only Nas and Miss Shariff could actually hear. Nas' eyes widened in horror, while the teacher's jaw tightened.