Tim listened to Joey talk about her dad while trying not to move too much. They had finally gotten Phoebe to calm down and she was napping peacefully, head resting on Tim's shoulder. Every time he'd shift slightly to move a chess piece, Phoebe would stir a bit, causing Joey to laugh as he would freeze up.

"Ssshhh, you're gonna wake her up," he jokingly scolded Joey, the girl covering her mouth with her hand to try and stifle her laughter.

"You guys. I'm getting claustrophobic," Grace spoke up, gaining the attention of her friends. Joey rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Tim.

"Tim, in the locker room Gracie was like, 'Oh, Joey, you've had an abortion. Tell me what it's like.'"

"Wait. What the fuck?"

"Yeah 'cause she thinks she's pregnant, so she's talking out of her fucking ass. Tried asking Bee too," Joey nods her head toward the sleeping girl.

"Has she talked to you about...you know...." Tim trails off as he looks at Phoebe with a concerned expression.

She seemed to be doing a lot better since she got back, a lot healthier, but definitely still closed off. She wouldn't talk to anybody about how she was really doing or about her near-death experience.

"No, man. She won't tell me shit. I keep trying, but, like, I don't wanna push her, you know? And, like, she's doing the same fake-happy shit she was doing last year. She's acting like everything's fine when clearly it's not." Joey sighed, turning her eyes away from the girl to focus on the chessboard.

Joey was scared; wanting to help her friend but not really knowing what to do. She was frustrated that she didn't know something was up with Phoebe. Or rather, she did notice, but didn't do anything because Phoebe shut everyone out who tried to help.

Phoebe felt herself stir awake as it started getting loud again. Tim and Joey's quiet conversations didn't wake her up, but the sound of two boys goofing off and Dominique Pierre nearly tripping over her certainly did.

Phoebe rubbed her eyes and looked around in confusion at the situation going on. Two boys were tossing a wallet back and forth, one that clearly didn't belong to them based on the angry expression on Dom's face. She turned to Tim who was still sitting next to her.

"Hey, wha-" She was cut off by the boys, Dom, and Joey rushing over to the railing, looking down where the wallet had fallen. Phoebe scooted out of the way as Dom went to run down and get it.

"I'm sorry, I dropped something down the stairwell." Dom tried explaining to Ms. Wilder as she stopped the girl.

"It's not the first time we've had to talk to this group today."

"We sincerely apologize. We were playing around," one of the boys spoke up, being ignored by the teacher.

"They took Dom's wallet out of-"

"She's not involved," Dom cuts Joey off. Phoebe stood up with a frown, ready to defend her friend.

"Hey, c'mon, she was just trying to hel-"

"Ms. Del Marco, do you have pants?" Ms. Wilder cut her off, gesturing to Joey's bare legs. "Are these the only clothes you have?" Ms. Wilder added rudely.

"Yeah," Joey replied in confusion, not understanding why she was being singled out.

"Why?"

"Well, I was at gym when the lock-"

"You'll find any excuse, right, to put your body on display?" Ms. Wilder snaps at her.

Phoebe zones out the teacher's next words, instead too focused on all the eyes now on them. Well, actually on Joey, but her too since they were right next to each other.

At the moment, she was feeling very glad she'd decided to wear a hoodie and leggings to gym, not feeling comfortable showing skin.

"So they basically steal Dom's wallet, and someone straps a bomb to themselves outside, but my bare legs are the issue? Got it."

"JoJo......don't." Phoebe looks desperately at the girl, knowing her friend would just make things worse if she kept going.

"I am not going to have a political debate with you right now when we are all experiencing trauma."

Phoebe flopped back down on the ground next to Tim, feeling helpless with the situation. She'd only been back at school for a little over a week; she didn't need to be getting in trouble already.

"She loves to fuck with me," Joey says through grit teeth, her frustration showing clearly.

"It's 'cause you're the bad one," Tim adds half-jokingly, Phoebe nudging him lightly at his comment.

"With a bomb-ass class rank though. Number six, babe. What's yours?" Joey smugly looks at Tim, knowing damn well he was shit at school.

"One-thirty-four," Tim chuckles before they both glance at Phoebe who had spaced out.

She didn't notice either of them looking at her until Tim nudges her.

"What? Oh, class rank? Shit, well, considering I was high most of last year, probably not that great," Phoebe tries joking, but her friends just shoot her sympathetic glances, making her turn away.

"Well, you're ranked ridiculously high on this list too," Tim says to Joey, showing her his phone screen. "You're a 'bomb pussy'".

Phoebe scooted over to Joey's side to get a better look, scoffing when she sees it.

"Our friends are fucking douche bags," Tim says angrily, obviously not okay with what George, Luke, and the other immature boys have done.

"Fuck," was all Joey said, scrolling down the list and coming across another familiar name.

"What?" Phoebe tries getting a look as Joey blocks her from viewing the screen. With a huff she lunges for the phone, throwing Joey off guard enough for her grip to loosen as Phoebe grabbed it. The triumphant smile on her face quickly fades as she looks down at the screen, seeing her own image on the list. "Oh."

She wasn't necessarily mad or upset she made the list. Yeah her friends were dicks for even making it in the first place, and she wanted nothing to do with it, but that wasn't why she was upset. It was the caption: "Junkie Pussy". She didn't care she made the list of "most fuckable" girls at Grand Army, she was just hurt that that's all her friends think of her now. Just some junkie.

She wordlessly handed Tim's phone back to the boy, saying nothing as she curled up and rested her head on Joey's lap. She could tell they wanted to talk about it; comfort her and tell her they're there for her, but she was just tired. It was already a stressful day, her head hurt, and the last thing she needed was to lose her shit over a stupid Instagram caption.

Junkie Pussy.

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Phoebe was leaning on the side of a building as she, Joey, and Tim were all waiting for Anna to show up. She honestly just felt like going home and taking a long-ass nap, but forced herself to stay. She could tell her friends were already worried about her, she didn't need to give them more reason to by being all anti-social.

Being sober sure made it a lot harder to tolerate people she used to tolerate when she was high. Joey and Tim were really the only ones she found herself genuinely wanting to hang out with. Anna too, sometimes. The girl was a bit boring and was always following either her brother or one of the girls around like a lost puppy.

As if on cue, Phoebe notices Anna run up behind Tim and Joey, instantly wrapping her arms around them. Phoebe just sends her a simple wave, not really in the mood for hugging. Anna gave the girl a wave and smile back before tightly squeezing Joey into a hug and starting to walk with her, prompting Phoebe to push off the building and lag behind them.

Tim looked back at her walking by herself, looking around and zoning out as she listened to the music on her headphones. He hung back so he was walking by her side, wanting to talk to the girl. She slowly took off her headphones in confusion, wondering what he wanted.

"Hey, Timmy. What's up?"

He laughed at the nickname before his expression grew serious again.

"How are you? I mean...really, how are you? Especially after today." They walked in silence for a few seconds, Phoebe not really knowing how to answer.

"I don't know. I just really want a fuckin' nap, ya know? Like, I just have such a big headache right now, it's driving me crazy," she says, rubbing her temples in pain. The whole day has been stressful for everyone, and she was definitely not the exception. The threat of possibly being blown up by a terrorist, being crammed into a crowded stairwell with her obnoxiously loud classmates, her idiot boyfriend and his dumbass friends posting an insensitive, high-key misogynistic Instagram list.....it was all too much.

"Well, you don't have to hang around, you know. If you need to go home and lie down, that's okay." Tim sent her a reassuring smile, letting her know he was there for her.

"Thanks, but as tired as I am, I'm not sure I wanna be alone right now." Translation: I'm not sure I trust myself to be alone.

Tim picked up on her hidden meaning, nodding in understanding as they reached the corner store and he held the door open for her.

"Why thank you, Tim-Tim."

Phoebe wandered around, looking for a snack while trying to ignore Joey loudly conversing with her mom. She rolled her eyes as she caught part of the argument. Joey was complaining about having to hang out with her dad, but Bee would kill to have a dad who actually cared about her and wanted to spend time together. She put her headphones back on, not wanting to eavesdrop anymore than she already has.

She jumped in fright and dropped the bag of Skittles she'd just picked up as she felt an arm land around her shoulder. Whipping her head to her left, she scowled at George who was laughing at the girl's reaction. Without asking, he took her headphones off, making her scowl deepen.

"What the fuck, George," she grumbled shaking his arm off her as she went to pick up her Skittles off the floor.

"Jeez, so jumpy today," he teased.

"Yeah, well, that happens when someone sets off a fucking bomb just blocks away from our school," she snapped, already fed up with his bullshit.

"Woah, you on your period or something?" he joked, though Phoebe didn't find it funny at all.

"You messing with my girl, Wright?" Luke walks over to the two, putting a protective arm around Phoebe. As much as she would love to shove her boyfriend away, George was pissing her off more than he was at the moment.

"Yes, baby, beat his ass for me please?" she gives him an exaggerated pout and puppy dog eye, breaking out into a grin when Luke glances down at her.

"Anything for my girl," he says in a low growl, glaring at George as he leaned down to kiss her neck. She forces out a giggle, impulsively deciding to grab his face and kiss him.

She's never dated anyone else, only kissing other people on drunken dares, but she's pretty sure her eyes shouldn't be open when kissing the guy she's supposed to love. But still, she opens one eye, studying his face before her attention turned to George, still standing beside the couple and watching them.

"Can we help you? Take a picture, it'll last longer," she teases after she pulls away from the kiss.

"How 'bout a whole video?"

Bee resists the urge to gag, instead choosing to playfully shove the boy in "mock" disgust.

"Ugh, you pig."

The three walked back over to the others, and Phoebe frowned as she realized Joey had left already. She kinda wished that JoJo had taken her with her because now she was stuck with the idiots (plus Anna).

"Hey, babe, you comin' over to mine, right?" Luke asked after he finished paying for her Skittles. Realizing she didn't have any better options or an excuse to not go, she smiled and nodded, letting him pull her into his side.

"Of course, babe."

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a/n: not sure if i'm 100% happy with this chapter, but here it is! it's almost 2am and im not in the mood to proofread, so just ignore any spelling/grammar mistakes. okay? okay.

uhhh not sure when next chapter will be published. im pretty swamped with college stuff, and the only reason i was able to get this done is because my professors were generous and didn't give us too much homework last week.

hope you enjoyed the chapter! please vote or lemme know what you think by leaving a comment! byeeeeee!!!!