PEYTON looked around her as she followed Stella-Rebecca. The girl was taking them to one of her car convention. Most of the people there were old men who were staring at them. Peyton didn't really like it.

      "First club foundraiser!" Stella exclaimed. "I'm so excited. Great turnout, right?"

      "I don't know why everyone wants my old, dirty underwears. It's so weird." Isabel chuckled before following Stella and Brittany who were walking away.

       "Hey, Britt, uh don't let them touch you in between your toes!" PJ told her.

      Peyton followed the girls with her camera. Hazel's idea was great so the blonde wanted to photograph the girls as much as she could in and out of the club to expose what male toxicity could push them to do. She photographed Sofia and Isabel standing at the T-shirt stand, and Stella-Rebecca and Brittany showing off the cars. Turning back to where PJ and Josie were watching them, she noticed that Hazel had sat on the floor with her head on her knees. Peyton turned off her camera and went to join them with a worried expression.

      PJ and Josie were talking about Brittany and Isabel and how things were going between them, so they didn't even notice the groaning brunette.

       "You okay, Haz?" Peyton asked as she kneeled beside her.

       "Yeah, are you constipated or something?" PJ said in a rude tone and the blonde gave her a dirty look.

       "I'm fucking tired. My mum was up all night fucking the meathead." Hazel annoyingly said.

       "What meathead?"

      "You know, like, the guy. He's like the crybaby." the short-haired girl said with a movement of the head to remove her hair which had fallen in front of her face due to the wind. "With the balls? He catches them and he— he throws them?" the three other girls shared confused looks so she clarified again. "He's like the main guy."

      "Jeff?" Peyton asked.

       "Your mom is hooking up with Jeff?" Josie stuttered.

      "I just thought Jeff might be her safe word." Hazel shrugged.

      PJ rolled her eyes. "Jeff is his name, you idiot!"

      "Just get the hot people confused. Jesus." the brunette replied.

      A noise caught their attention and they turned around to see Stella getting up and raising her arms. "I'm fine!"

      PJ looked at Isabel and then at Josie. "Are you gonna tell her?"

      "I'll have to."

★

      The following day, Hazel was putting her stuff in her locker when Peyton grabbed her by behind, putting her head on the brunette's shoulder.

      "Hi." she smiled.

      Hazel smiled in turn as she closed her locker and turned around. "Hi."

      "How did you sleep?" the blonde asked her.

      "Um, not so good." Hazel shrugged.

      "I'm sorry to hear that. But hey, I was thinking you can crash at my place tonight if you want to. Get a real night of sleep." Peyton suggested.

      That night was the night Hazel was supposed to meet Peyton's mom. She could stay over after dinner.

      "Yeah, that could be cool." the brunette nodded with enthusiasm.

      At that moment, Isabel walked up to them, interrupting their conversation. She looked Hazel in the eyes and asked her. "Is your mom hooking up with my boyfriend?"

       "Uh— Yeah—" Hazel said in surprise.

      Isabel eye's darkened with anger. "I'm gonna kick his ass." she declared, walking towards the cafeteria.

      Hazel and Peyton shared a look before following her. The girl was walking very fast but they managed to catch up and the three of them walked towards Jeff who was sitting at a table with his friends.

      "Hi." he smiled at Isabel.

      She went straight to the point. "Are you having sex with Miss Callahan?"

      Jeff's face fell as he tried to change the topic. "Baby, you look so beautiful. Like, so fucking hot! How are you?"

      "Bad! Are you having sex with her?" Isabel asked again.

      "I, I, I—" he stuttered. "I'm helping her with her taxes."

      "Aren't you in eighth grade algebra?" Hazel asked innocently.

      Jeff laughed awkwardly. "I can't answer that question because I— I don't know how to read."

     "She's asking you to your face!" Isabel exclaimed.

      Jeff sighed. "Fuck, that usually works."

      The popular girl looked down and slowly asked again. "Are you cheating on me again?"

      "Baby, no! No! No, why would I— Why would I— That was one time! With your sister! Just once, two— four times. No, I would never cheat on you again, okay? I promise I am not sleeping with her!"

     Hazel stepped up. "I literally saw you yesterday—"

      "Shut up, nerd, I fucked your mom!" Jeff screamed.

      "Hey, you don't fucking talk to her that way!" Peyton exclaimed.

      Jeff was still frozen as he realized what he had just said. His friends looked at him, already knowing what was coming next. "Wait—"

      "Yeah. We're done." Isabel said.

      "Isabel—"

      The girls turned on her heels and walked away. Brittany, Sylvie, Stella-Rebecca, PJ, Josie, Sofia and Annie joined her as Peyton grabbed Hazel's hand to drag her after them.

      "I'm getting revenge. I'm gonna fuck up some football players, and I'm buying a gun." Isabel declared.

      "Hell, yeah! I'll get my stepdad's." Sylvie told her.

      "What about, like, egging?" Annie suggested.

      "Yeah, so we can make them not refrigerated and smelly?"

      The girls started suggesting way to get revenge when Hazel spoke. "What about, like, a bomb?"

      They all turned at her in shock and Peyton stared at her with confusion as she continued. "Like a— like a super small bomb. I mean, they're super easy to make and I can just put it under his car and it can be a distraction."

      "Yes, Hazel, let's do terrorism." PJ rolled her eyes.

      "How do you even know how to make a bomb?" Peyton asked the brunette as everyone started walking again.

      "They're really easy to make, like, for real." the short-haired girl explained herself.

      Peyton looked amused. "You're really something special, you know that?"

      Hazel smiled at her and the blonde girl put an arm around her shoulders with a giggle. Hazel Callahan really was something special and Peyton Holloway really liked that about her.

— my favorite terrorist