"Look, I don't want to fight with you." Angela calmly takes the remote from Lottie's hands gently so as not to rush her. "But you need to stop watching at this."
"What ? No." Lottie disapproved, shaking her head with a dreamy smile as she looked at the screen. "Look at her. She's beautiful."
"She's a homewrecker." The blonde replied, trying to turn off the TV.
"She's not." Lottie scolded her, snatching the remote from Angela to turn up the volume. "And since when do you know anything about that type of things ? Your password is 1989 and you don't even like Taylor Swift."
"That's my mother's year of birth." She defended herself, her cheeks red with anger. "That's not the point, stop drooling over that screen !"
Lottie smirked and looked at Angela out of the corner of her eyes for a moment. "Why ? Because you're jealous that I'm drooling over another blonde who isn't you ?"
"Oh, please." Angela crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, pretending to be indifferent even though her face was red with embarrassment. "If I wanted I could be her controversial girlfriend. You should know that my self-esteem is as high as the empire state building-"
"Fine, so let me enjoy my other wife making her return for the tenth birthday of her first album." Lottie rolled her eyes and waved at Angela to leave.
Angela ran her tongue over her teeth and made a face. "And may I know who the first wife is ?"
"You obviously." Lottie replied, not looking away from the screen.
Angela scoffed as she got up from the couch. "Consider me leaving as divorce papers. Charlotte."
"Whatever." Lottie whispered under her breath, paying no more attention to her girlfriend.
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"Thanks boys." Said Angela with a bright smile as she reached for the Starbucks cup that three guys she had sent had brought her.
One of the boys ran his hand through his hair with a cocky smile. "I added my number on it."
The blonde chuckled as she looked at the number. "You're so sweet-"
"Angela."
At the call of her name, she turned, her smirk widening at the sight of Lottie. "Charlotte Matthews. To what do I owe this pleasure ?"
"You're not funny, you know that ?" She muttered angrily, looking her up and down. "And where is your bag ?"
"With one of my husbands."
The boys behind her looked proud and Lottie felt the rage welling up inside her.
"I'm sorry your... what ?" She squeaked.
The blonde took a few sips of her drink through the straw before placing her hand on Lottie's shoulder with a falsely sorry look. "You should know that I'm a pretty girl. And pretty girls are never lonely."
"What was that supposed to mean-"
"Boys." Angela snapped her fingers and walked past Lottie, followed by the guys. "Let's get me some sunglasses. Charlotte's jealousy is blinding my eyes."
Nat walked by and raised an eyebrow. "Looks like you're not Angela's only babygirl anymore-"
"Ariana Grande !" She exclaimed, running a hand through her bangs. "She's jealous of Ariana fucking Grande and I'm still the one who's jealous for nothing all the time-"
"The homewrecker with a ponytail ?-"
"She's not a homewrecker !" Lottie corrected her with a sigh.
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"I shouldn't have behaved like this and I'm sorry." Lottie muttered clutching the bouquet of flowers in her hands. "Can you stop letting the whole school give you their numbers now please ?"
Angela removed an airpod from her ear with a smirk. âSorry, I didnât hear. You were saying ?"
"I said-"
"Flowers." She interrupted her by opening a little more the door so that Lottie could see the other bouquets of flowers which were filling the entire living room. "Do you want to put them with the others ?"
"W-who send you that ?" She asked with her eyes wide open.
"Hmm, white roses come from Kali. Sean sent me the tulips. Justin the red roses. Frank the hydrangeas." She listed the cards that came with it while reading before settling on one in particular. "Oh and Taissa sent me black flowers for our relationship's funeral. For once I agree with her."
"Are you seriously doing all this because I like Ariana Grande ?" Lottie asked in disbelief trying to take in all the information.
"Me ?" She brought a dramatic hand to her chest. "I'm better than that. She's playing right now in my ears, actually."
Lottie looked haughty. "Oh yeah ? Which song ?"
"Break up with your girlfriend, I'm bored." She spat with animosity and a fake innocent smile.
"Okay, fine. You won." Lottie sighed in defeat. "I already said that I was sorry."
"You should be." Angeka replied, crossing her arms. "Being jealous is a bad feeling. I hate it."
"At least you know how I feel almost all the time." Lottie smiled sheepishly.
"Except that I never gave any importance to these people. Because I have you." The blonde defended herself by throwing the cards behind her. "But here comes a singer with a ponytail and now you call her your wife !"
"And I'll never do it again." The haired girl said with a nod.
"Okay, guess I can forgive you-"
Someone cleared their throat interrupting them.
Lottie turned to see another girl with dark hair who was about her. Her jaw clenched as she saw a vinyl in her hands with a red ribbon on it.
"Hey Amber." Angela smiled widely and grabbed the vinyl the girl had brought her. "Thank you, but we have reconciled with Lottie. See you next week for the new Stab ?"
"Sure thing." She replied with a satisfied smile before walking away.
Lottie was about to go after her but Angela caught her by the forearm with an amused smile. "Where are you going ?"
"I'm gonna kill her-"
"Okay relax babygirl." She chuckled, grabbing her by the waist to stop her from leaving, before guiding her inside the house.
"What- D-Don't 'babygirl' me-- T-This is manipulation !-- J-Just get off me !" Lottie cried dramatically as she tried to pull Angela's hands away.
She giggled even more and jumped on Lottie, her legs wrapping around her hips to kiss her passionately.
Lottie responded to the kiss vaguely before pulling away with red cheeks. "Just know that I am really very angry. Furious even."
"I bet you are." Angela rolled her eyes playfully.
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"Well, babygirl you seem in a bad mood ?" Angela said as she sat down next to Lottie. "What's wrong ?"
"Yeah babygirl what's wrong ?" Mari also asked, imitating Angela's voice in a suave way.
Lottie sighed with red cheeks. "I donât want to talk about it."
"Are you sure ?" The blonde asked, not failing to glare at Mari at the same time.
"It's fine." She shrugged like it didn't matter and continued to fidget with her food.
"Okay, which one of you guys upset Lottie ?" Angela asked, looking at everyone in a threatening manner.
Everyone turned to Gen.
She looked up from her lunch, noticing the heavy silence and all the eyes on her. "What ?"
"You offended Lottie, she's uspet and now Angela looks like she wants to kill you."
"Misty what are you doing here in the first place ?" Mari asked giving her a glare.
Angela snored and Lottie jerked her head around causing her to jump and erase her amused smile.
"Just don't listen to her." She said, biting her bottom lip to suppress a giggle, running her hand up and down her back to reassure her.
"I mean technically that was the truth the truth." Nat shrugged, taking a sip from her bottle.
"Can I have some of your water ? I'm so thirsty-"
"Jackie I don't think that this is just water." Shauna cut her off.
"Gen, I don't know what you said to her and honestly I don't care. But if it upsets Lottie then you better apologize." Angela said menacingly.
She chuckled. "Or what ?"
The two exchanged a look and tension rose throughout the table.
"I mean you know what Gen maybe you were right." Lottie returned to normal and placed her hand on her girlfriend shoulder. "Angela, we should go."
"Or I'll make you spit your words out your nostrils, tu perra fea." She replied, leaning in to emphasize her words and starting to take off her rings.
Gen just shrugged.
"Wait-- Since when do you speak spanish ?" Akilah asked confused looking at the others.
"Sheâs Latina." Misty intervened.
"She is white." Van replied even more confused.
"That doesn't mean she can't be Latina-- Wait, love, what are you doing-"
Angela took Lottie's hand off her shoulder before leaning even closer to Gen before smashing her head against the table.
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"Are you kidding me ?" Angela took offense, the ice pack in her hand. "What does this mean? Does this mean that I literally sent Gen to the hospital for nothing !"
Lottie jumped at the blonde raising er voice. "I didn't know you were going to react like that."
"Did you think I was going to do a mediation with peace hugs maybe ? You make me look like an idiot." She complains, putting the ice pack back on her bleeding knuckles with a grimace. "My pretty hands, now damaged..."
"I can help you if you want-" She approached gently but as soon as she got too close, Angela threw the ice pack at her.
"Just leave me alone !" She shouted angrily, turning so Lottie could only face her back.
"I'm sorry, okay ?" The taller girl muttered. "But at the time it really upset me."
"For God's sake Lottie." Angela shook her head, clenching her jaw. "She just called you a simp."
"Except I'm not !" She cried out with a look of despair.
"Give me 20 dollars." Angela asked, turning to Lottie with her hand outstretched as if waiting for the money.
"What like now?- W-Wait--" She searched in her pockets but obviously found nothing, so she took out her credit card and placed it delicately in Angela's palm. "If you prefer to have change we can always go and withdraw money-"
Angela shook her head with a sigh. "No Lottie you're not supposed to do that-"
"But you asked-"
"It's because of this kind of thing that we can call you a simp." The blonde squealed, putting both hands in front of her face. "And now I'm going to be the massive joke of the whole school."
Lottie sat down next to Angela and put her arm around her shoulders. "Thanks for sticking up for me though."
"Always." Angela mumbled as she rested her head on Lottie's shoulder.
"Do you want me to put your name on the flower card for Gen ?" Lottie asked with a smirk.
"Fuck you." Angela chuckled, nudging her.