Song: My Boy - Billie Eilish

Trudy stood with one perfect eyebrow up as she watched her best friend blush at the text she just received from her Prince Charming. Trudy didn't know if Zarek should be considered a charming prince - he was everything but - and that was in her best interest.

Trudy just glared Ryan down, threatening him to leave. Trudy had the right to be rude - I was being left out! Both Ryan and Zarek were so captivated in their interesting conversation with lovely Evangeline that they completely ditched Trudy. She was Trudy Green for hell's sake. She needed to make a statement for herself, and Ryan just happened to be there.

Besides, it didn't go past her notice how Ryan shamelessly erected by Eva. Eva must've thought of the hug as sweet and friendly, completely unaware of Ryan's lustful motives. Trudy also couldn't overlook the fact that Ryan's body went rigid and tense when Zarek came. Ryan was so clingy and jealous - just like Justin.

Both of them were disgusting human-beings and deserved Trudy's roast. Better add Zarek to that list, Trudy thought.

Zarek was a dark and an evil soul, feeding his desires with the innocent; Evangeline. As Zarek previously made his way to Eva, Trudy couldn't with the life of her ignore the silent cheers the student were giving him. Trudy and Zarek were both rich, yet he was admired and praised while she was glared at and hated.

Being white surely comes with its advantages, Trudy growled to herself.

While Zarek was flirting with the hot puddle that was the blushing Evangeline, his eyes were fixed behind Eva and on the exposed cleavage of a whore; Alisha. Nonetheless, he was openly hitting on Eva and she let him.

Their date at the Regular Ice Cream Shop must've went according to her plan - Are they an item now? Despite Trudy's sower mood, that thought brought a smile to her diamond shaped face. She needed to know what happened at that date - details - hence the previous harshness with Ryan.

"Why were you so mean to Ray?" Eva found her voice at last, her hoarse tone blaming.

"Because I need to know what happened yesterday," Trudy snapped, not liking Eva's tone, "Tell me, are you two a thing now?"

"What? No." Eva averted her hazel eyes away. "I told him we can only be friends."

"What?" Trudy had to admit that she did not see that blow coming. It took her off guard, almost knocking her off. "You friendzoned him?"

"Y-yeah," Eva muttered, glancing at the passing-by students in the hallway as she stuffed her clammy hands in her hideous jean jacket, "He was okay with it - he even said he'll be my friend."

That is not possible. Trudy was certain Eva would have given in to Zarek's sweet lies, being like putty in his hands. Trudy did not expect Eva rejecting him, again, nor Zarek sticking around for her. Trudy was utterly disappointed and shocked at the amount of patience he had for Evangeline. Perhaps he likes her for real?

"He wasn't mad?" Trudy asked, "Even when you showed up late?"

"No." A ghost of a smile tugged Eva's delicate, pink lip upward. "He was really supportive, Trudy, and understanding too."

Wow. Trudy could not believe that Zarek stepped that low and desperate.

"Wait," Eva frowned, wiping her hair away from her face to examine Trudy, "How did you know I was late?"

Trudy shrugged, picking at her pretty nails. "Because I changed the time on your phone, genius."

"You?" Eva took in a sharp breath, her auburn eyebrows knotted as anger leaped into her hazel eyes. "It was because of you I arrived late this morning," she blamed, "I could have gotten detention Trudy."

"That's not the end of the world, is it?" Trudy snapped. She did not like Eva's little attitude burst. "Besides, why didn't your mother wake you up?" Trudy smirked, well aware that she just hit a nerve.

Eva averted her gaze away, her hurt eyes fueling Trudy's sadistic need for pain. "Like that would ever happen," Eva mumbled.

Trudy stomped on her feet, her Louis Vuitton boots clicking on the corridor. "But why did you friendzone him?" Trudy hated how whiny she sounded, but she was too dissapointed in the turn of events to care about her collected image.

"It's the right thing to do, Trudy, and you know it," Eva countered, "Just admit it like I did."

Trudy couldn't deal with this anymore - is this a joke? She needed to confirm that Evangeline wasn't lying for some reason, because there was no way Zarek would have been so nice after he had been rejected.

Trudy left, ignoring Eva's protests after her, and went after the devil himself - Zarek.

She caught him in the hall, talking -more like grinding- with Alisha The Whore, pressing her on one of the lockers. Trudy knew she was slut-shaming the girl, but one look at the disgustingly close position she was in with Zarek was enough to report everything about her. Not to mention, her tank-top that revealed more than it covered.

It wasn't like Trudy's Dolce & Gabbana lace-up high-waisted skirt and Alice Mccall St Germain tight blouse were any better. At least, Trudy had class - a thing someone like Alisha would never have. Besides, who wears tank-tops anymore? They were overrated and so out of style.

Trudy stood over Zarek, crossing her hands over her chest and cocking her head to the side. She resembled an angry wife that caught her husband cheating. She smiled sweetly at Alisha, yet Trudy's snaky, brown eyes held another story. She tapped her feet as her gaze shifted from Alisha to Zarek.

Alisha slowly retreated from Zarek, a displeased scowl on her face that Trudy couldn't care less about. Alisha didn't say a word as she gave Zarek one last flirtatious smile and went on her way. Zarek didn't even see it as he was only looking at her bouncing chest.

Alisha was smart enough not to pick a fight she couldn't win. Alisha -like any other student in Dessertville High- was intimidated by Trudy. Trudy was rich, witty and popular - maybe not for the rightest reasons, but she still was.

Anyone who went into war with the wicked Trudy was doomed to be socially scarred forever, making his high school days a cringe-worthy memory that would haunt him in his life. While Trudy enjoyed the authority, she wondered how she ended up being best friends with a broke, shy, white girl.

It won't last for long, this friendship, Trudy thought, it will end the second I break her.

Trudy snapped her freshly manicured hand - she felt thankful she got them done, for she was feeling elegant and confident. She dropped her sweet smile and left the glare in place. Other people would have been intimidated by her composure, yet Zarek wasn't the least bit. He had the audacity to hold an angry eyebrow at her.

"What was that for -..." Trudy knew he bit down whatever insult he was about to throw at her. Good, she thought to herself. At least she dominated him in a way.

Trudy pointed an accusative finger at him. "What the hell was that?" she spat, "Can't you just keep it in your pants for five minutes?"

"What does it have to do with you anyways?" Zarek scoffed, "Don't tell me you have a crush on me, because if you do, you gotta wait for your turn."

Asshole! Trudy screamed in her head. She didn't know what was so special about him that made all the girls, especially Eva, go crazy over him. When she gave him a once-over, she could faintly see why.

"In your dreams," Trudy tossed her dark, wavy hair over her shoulder. "And I'm most certainly involved when you're into my best friend."

"Into?" Zarek chuckled. "I sure hope so,"

"Gross." She pursed her plump lips in disgust.

Zarek leaned in, his electric green eyes looking deeply at Trudy. Trudy would have been mesmerized by the dreamy look in his soft eyes if it wasn't for the nauseous cigarettes' odor that struck Trudy's nose. Trudy snapped out of her thoughts. She couldn't believe she would think that way of an insensitive jerk like Zarek.

For Trudy's surprise, Zarek winked. "I gotta admit though," he whispered huskily, "Your friend is hot as fuck," He laughed, pulling back. "Have you seen that waist? And damn those legs."

Trudy beamed at this, her brown eyes a shade lighter. "So you do like her. I knew it!"

"Like her?" Zarek shook his head. "More like she turns me on, only when her mouth is shut though." He grimaced. "She's so innocent, it's irritating."

Trudy made a mental note of Zarek's preference in girls; naughty. She would work on that with Evangeline later. She offered Zarek a knowing smile. "I can help you."

"Help me?" he echoed, "Help me with what?"

"I can help you get her." Trudy's first step of her plan was about to happen. Her happiness was too much to contain. She was a hair width apart from jumping out of giddiness. She concealed her emotions, brown eyes snaky again. "Because you obviously need it - she friendzoned you, which is pitiful if you ask me."

"Hmm," Zarek leaned on the same locker Alisha was pressed on minutes ago. He ran his hand through his blond grayish hair thoughtfully before he focused his eyes on her. His eyes weren't soft anymore but sharp and dangerous. It made Trudy want to gulp. "And why would you do that?"

Trudy played with a strand of long wavy hair, hiding her discomfort. She averted her gaze as she tried to suppress the smile that tugged at her red, plump lips. "Can't I just offer my help?"

Zarek's facial expressions hardened. "You expecting me to believe that Trudy, the selfish bitch, is offering something for free?"

Trudy's face fell. Not only did he call her selfish but a bitch too. She narrowed her eyes, even though it changed nothing in Zarek's stance. "You know what? You don't deserve my help," she spat. "Rot in hell, asshole."

Trudy held her narrowed chin high as she left Zarek and walked past him. She prayed for the heavens for him to call out after her. How else was she going to ruin Eva's life otherwise? Zarek was the key piece to the puzzle.

However, when she walked all the hall with no protest from Zarek, she had no other choice but compromise. So what if she sacrificed? The end result would be worth it. It would satisfy her and pay up for all the things she had to give up.

Trudy closed her eyes, and with a long, dramatic sight, she opened them and sucked in her high cheeks. She had to get out of her ways if she wanted to achieve her goal. Turning around, she found Zarek watching her, still leaning on that locker. With every step she took towards him, his smirk got bigger and bigger.

"Took you long enough." He was so smug about it that Trudy had to even her breaths and count to ten so she wouldn't slap the victory off of his stupid face. She reminded herself that sacrifices today would bring satisfaction tomorrow.

"I'll do it," Zarek went on, "But on one condition."

"Spit it out," she growled.

Zarek smiled in triumph. Trudy hated that he was enjoying her frustration way too much. "We'll do it my way."

"Fine, whatever." Trudy rolled her snaky eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. The action made Zarek's attention focus on her chest, his electric green eyes narrowing on her breasts.

Trudy didn't dislike Zarek's attention. She tossed her long, dark hair over her shoulder, giving his eyes a better view. Trudy was glad she bothered wearing a stuffed bra that morning.

Trudy was taken aback when someone grabbed her forearm and pulled her away, making her realize how much close she had been with Zarek. Her brown eyes widened when she saw who was the interrupter.

"What's going on here?" Justin said, eyeing his girlfriend. His thick eyebrows were knotted as he squinted his eyes, shifting them from Trudy to Zarek. "You're doing exactly what your way?"

Trudy's brown eyes glanced at Zarek. "Nothing-"

Zarek stretched his lips in what seemed like a belittling, arrogant smile. "Nothing?" he questioned, "Yeah, right."

Justin went for Zarek, ditching Trudy behind him. His muscles were tense and stiff, his shoulders bent forward as if he was ready to launch. Justin was so tall he had to bow his head down to meet Zarek's gaze. "What do you want from my girlfriend?" he hissed, "You better leave her alone, Black."

The scene they were making was dragging the students attention, surrounding them in a half circle. Trudy knew that in case they fought, it would be because of her. Her. The rumors would spread wide, making her the talk of the school. People would shower her with attention, not to mention, the whole thing would boost up her popularity level.

Zarek was not fazed by Justin's hight. Zarek chuckled. "Looks like you grew some balls, huh? Daring me?" Zarek's face dropped. "But be careful, Harvard, you're about to cross a line, and I won't fucking tolerate it."

Zarek lurched at Justin. Justin retreated instantly, resembling a scared dog that had been barking nonstop.

Zarek smirked, "Pussy," he spat as he walked through the crowd that split in half for him.

A few snickers and laughs were heard as the pupils were pointing an invisible finger towards Justin and silently calling him a coward. Trudy hated that. Her boyfriend was supposed to fight the delinquent for her, not embarrass her by acting like a chicken. She was so dissapointed with him.

Trudy glared at her boyfriend who was still fixed in the same spot looking after Zarek. Justin snapped himself out of it as he headed for his girlfriend. He grapped her forearm once again and shoved her inside the boys' restroom. Just when Justin locked the door the bell rang, making the students scurry away to their classes.

Judging on Justin's violent shove, Trudy was going to be late for first period. Not that she cared about English Literature anyways. Trudy cringed at the smell of piss and the sight of dried poop on the ground. The mirrors were cracked and blurry, and there were no toilet stalls but vessels.

Justin cornered Trudy, his doe eyes were filled with suspicion. "Babe, mind telling me what was that all about?" he said as calmly as he could, "Why were you two talking?"

"It's none of your business," Trudy spat, "You-"

"It's my fucking business." Justin shouted at her, making her wince in surprise. He caught her cheek, guilt glistening his doe eyes. "Fuck, I'm sorry," he breathed, "It's just that Zarek made a bet about some girl, and when I saw you two so close, I just... I thought that..."

A bet? she thought, I knew something was going on. No wonder Zarek was civil with Eva, it must be his new technique.

"What did you think? That it was about me?" Trudy accused, ignoring the hot tears that were forming in her eyes, "It's about Eva, but I really appreciate your trust."

"Babe, don't cry. I'm so sorry if I scared you." Little did Justin know that those tears weren't because he was scary but because he wasn't. "I'm so sorry, okay? I couldn't help myself, I just snapped."

"Why are you such a coward?" Trudy screeched, actual tears on the verge of falling, "Why you had to embarrass me in front of them like that?"

Justin's suspicious eyes turned angry. "I'm embarrassing you? You are the one acting like a whore, talking-"

Without thinking through, Trudy held her hand up and slapped Justin as hard as she could. Out of irony, her middle nail broke.

She winced in pain, I got them done just this morning! she whined in her head.

Trudy noticed his balled up hands, shaking. She knew they wanted to meet her face. Trudy looked straight at Justin. "I dare you."

Something snapped in Justin's big eyes and before Trudy knew it, his fist came flying to her face. She closed her eyes, her breath stuck in her lungs. She flinched when Justin's fist connected with the wall right next to her skull. She opened her red eyes that were filled with mockery.

"Why were your hands tied down back there?" She smiled, even though the tears that rolled down, probably messing up the thick layer of makeup. "It seems to me that you can swing just fine."

Justin sighed, looking down. "Babe-"

Trudy stirred at the pet name. "Don't," she screeched, "You got no balls, except with me. You disgust me."

Trudy pushed Justin away who didn't protest. Thank god. She opened the door. Her nostrils were relived with fresh air.

Before Trudy could leave though, she glanced at Justin. "Zarek was right; you're a pussy."