EMMA'S POV
The clicking gets louder as my heart beats  even louder. Why do horrible situation magnet towards me?
No way I'll let her see me, not today, not when she's hunting down a new prey, definitely not today when I sat next to Tyler, there's no way she hasn't heard of that, she has ears everywhere.
The bathroom door pushes open and three heels come to sight. Reacting on impulse, I climb the toilet seat, the bathroom walls aren't so wide so I steady myself with both hands, for once I appreciate the managing quality of Eastview.
I peep through the small hole on the bathroom door to get a better view.
Becky is dressed in a very, and when I mean very, I mean a very short skirt, making Eees skirt look much more better. She tops it with a sparkling pink crop blouse and pink heels, well I think that's too much pink, but hey, what do I know? I'm dressed in sweatpants.
   She fixes her blonde hair and makeup while her two minions Bree and Courtney, stand two feets away.
They are both dressed like her, but everyone knows they aren't allowed  to put in much effort in looking good so they won't outshine Becky.
She'd never let it happen, though Courtney's much more prettier than Becky, it isn't noticed at the first or second glance. But I notice, I tend to look past the makeup and fake lashes.
"Give me the scoop." Becky orders, as she adds more mascara to her eyelashes.
Both Bree and Courtney give each other knowing looks which Becky seem to have caught too, cos she eyes them from the mirror and turns to face them
"You guys aren't hiding anything from me, right? Cos if you are?" She warns.
The two tense behind her, not missing the threat in her words. I would too if I were them, I'm not the one she's talking to but I'm already sweating, why would they choose to have her as a friend? I almost feel bad for them.
"Of course not." Courtney quickly says.
So she's the smart and pretty one, wonder why Becky still hasn't seen her as a threat, I mean she is more pretty and more smart. Then again almost everything is smarter than Becky, when it comes to studies, but making skims along with making lives a living hell, she's got the golden star.
"We just feel like, you might not like what we are about to tell you." Bree finally adds to calm Becky who has an annoyed face already.
"Out with it!" She snaps, her tone harsher than required as she goes back to applying her mascara.
"It's Tyler." Courtney blurts, fidgeting with her fingers.
Oh no, please don't be about me, don't be about me, I cross my fingers mentally, afraid of slipping and making a noise if I actually try crossing my fingers.
Becky turns sharply, smudging her face with the mascara, she stares at her reflection and groans.
"What about Tyler?" She asks.
"It seems he sat next to Emma Johnson at first period, and they spoke again few minutes after the class." Courtney says dramatically.
"I also heard he came up to her both times, he even helped her with her locker, shoved something inside." Bree says, pausing. "But I don't know what." She adds.
"Maybe his digits?"Courtney says
"Or a love note?" Bree wisely says, note the sarcasm, causing me to roll my eyes.
Or maybe a random book? My short moment of feeling bad for them gone. I don't know how long I can hold this position? I'l be a goner if they find me like this.
"Have they been in contact ever since?"
Becky finally asks, clutching the sink so tight her hands turned white.
I can guess whose neck she's imagining it to be.
Both Courtney and Bree shake their head. Becky finishes her cleanup and blows a kiss to her reflection.
"Good, I'll have to take care of that problem, make her remember, who she's dealing with." With that, she walks out, her two minions, loyally following closely.
"Phew." I let out a sigh of relief. I don't know how much I could have held that position.
I get down, wait a couple minutes to make sure Becky and her minions aren't still close before heading out.
So much for coming to the bathroom to avoid drama.
*****
I successfully finished day one, thankfully it wasn't so bad, well except my embarrassing episode and that of Becky's.
I take an Uber to the hangout where my three besties and myself, 'hang out' after school. I laugh internally at my own lame joke.
  I get down and head for the door, the name 'Experience' is hung boldly at the front.
I love this place mostly because students from Eastview don't make good choices when it came to hangouts, so they never come here, and boy does that gladden me? That aside, it's been like our second home, probably because we've been coming here evers since we turned seven.
I know all the 'Good stuff' on the menu, tricks to get more fillings or save cash. I can most probably run this place.
I go to our usual table but surprisingly I'm the only one here, weird. I took some time getting the Uber but I still shouldn't be the only one here.
Not patient enough to wait, I decide to text them. I open a message from Freya and Esmay's saying they can't make it.
"Seriously?" I think out loud.
Well at least I still have Jody. I text Esmay and Freya to let them know there isn't any hard feelings, and also Jody to know where she is.
I still haven't gotten a reply from Jody so I decide to order. We like to eat messy, especially Jody who has a boy's appetite, that is a part of her we still can't change, but why would we? We wouldn't want her any other way.
I order a whole bunch of stuff, okay maybe I ordered tooooo much, but then again I was stood up by two of my friends and left with one who hasn't shown up.... Yet, I hope.
Just as I grab my phone to text Jody for the millionth time, she saves me the trouble, with her text, cancelling too.
"Great, just what I need." I mumble, kept company with nothing but my sarcasm. Now what am I expected to do with all these food? It can literally feed a whole football team.
I can ask Sasha the waitress for some assistance, sure she wouldn't mind doing me a favour. But then again I wouldn't want to get her in trouble with Mr.Mole who's the manager.
Without  thinking it through, I order for it to be packaged as a takeout.
Ten minutes later, an ordered Uber and twenty layers of food, I make my way to the exit, taking each step one at a time, I am holding a ticking bomb after all.
What was I thinking, taking so much food? Right now, call me selfish but Sasha's chances of getting in trouble doesn't seem like such a bad idea.
"Okay, almost there." I mumble to myself as I keep going. I'm doing it and then......
You know that moment in a movie where everything goes in slow motion? This is it right here.
I watch helplessly as all the food splatters all over the floor, staining my clothes as well as the restaurant's floor.
I drag my eyes from the nightmare on the floor and on my clothes to the culprit. I haven't made eye contact with the culprit but I'm already boiling with anger.
I payed for all of these and I didn't even get to taste it.
"Are you freaking blind!?" I exclaim, but realise that there was an echo to it. The culprit said the same thing as me. You've have got to be kidding me. I finally look up to a flicker of recognition.
"You." I say, with blazing eyes.

(A:N): Hey guys 😊, hope you liked the chapter. Who do you guys think she saw?