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Sometimes Farrah misses the way she used to be.
She misses when she was the 'don't speak unless spoken to' type of child who never dared to get into a conflict that wasn't any of her business. She misses when she never felt like she had to always give in her two cents and say what was on her mind. She misses how she would just stand there, looking pure and innocent, despite the fact that she was soaking up all the information she was hearing.
She missed that part of her.
But now Farrah was different, much different.
She was now the type who didn't think before what she said, her mindset was now to 'say whatever you want'. She was now the type that always gave their two cents and always said what was on her mind, not caring if it was the right thing to do or not. She was now the type who wasn't scared of anything or anyone, she wasn't scared she would end up getting hit or screamed at like how it was with her father, she was stronger and more daring.
Sometimes, her new mindset came in handy, sometimes it didn't.
Sometimes she wish she never said anything, never thought anything, never opened her mouth to speak.
Sometimes she wished she was still the small, curious girl who would stand still and look pretty, who never but in and gave her unwanted opinion.
There was one time where this was helpful to her, though.
That one time- was this night.
The night started off decent. It was the first game of the season, and it was against Giles Corey High's biggest rival.
It started off how every game did, the tigers cheer team would warm up like they always do- then watch their own team and the visitor's teams practice before the real game.
Kate stood up from the turf and brushed herself off. "I'm gonna go over to the food stands, anyone want anything?" Kate asked and looked at her teammates.
Everyone shook their head or replied with 'no' except Farrah, who happily asked for a diet coke.
Kate went off and walked the short distance to the food stands, since she was on the cheer team, she got everything for free. When she was standing in line, absentmindedly scrolling through various social media's, she didn't notice the tall, built figure heading towards her.
She did notice him when her phone was snatched out of her hands and she frantically looked around for who took it, hoping it was just someone like Chess or Farrah.
She was surely mistaken.
She watched the star quarterback of her school's rival team taunt her and grin by holding her phone in the air and dangling it to where she couldn't reach.
She wished Eva was with her now- to just snatch it out of this guy's hand like it was nothing.
But Eva wasn't with her, and neither were her team mates, so she was left to defend herself.
The football players eyes raked up and down Kate's figure, and Kate felt sick to her stomach. He whispered and smirked to his other bone-head friends.
Kate rolled her eyes. "Can I have my phone back, dude?" Kate groaned out and went to grab it, only to have it moved the other direction.
The quarterback laughed and sneered. "I dunno- maybe if you tell me your name, i'll think about it." The man laughed like a fool, thinking he was the funniest dude alive.
Kate breathed in and shook her head slightly. "Fine. I'm..Rebecca!" Kate lied and gave a phony smile. The smile quickly dropped though when she heard a buzz and notification sound come from her dangling phone.
"Oh really? Says in this text you're...Kate?" The jock narrowed his eyes at Kate and read the message outloud.
"Kate? Wya? Farrah's whining about not having her diet coke...from Chess." He said and stared at Kate, shushing his friends who started to snicker.
Kate sighed and massaged her temple. "Yeah, that's me. I'm Kate. Now can I please have my phone back?" Kate huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, ignoring one of the guys' friends who were mocking her.
"If you say yes to a date next Friday, sure thing, babe." The man smirked and kept his eyes narrowed at Kate, but they quickly moved to the screen of her phone and read the new text.
"Hey baby, try and have fun tonight, mkay? So wish I could be there but I have another shift, you know I'd kill to be there to see my girl perform! Love you <3 from...Love?" The quarterback paused and looked back and fourth between Kate and the text, then checking the image saved as the contact's picture. It was some girl kissing another girl, the only thing is one of the girls looked a lot like the brunette standing in front of him.
He looked back up at her finally and threw the phone at her. Luckily, Kate caught it and glared at him. "What's your fucking deal?" She murmured and went to answer her girlfriend.
"MY deal? What about your deal you- you fuckin' lesbo! That's disgusting!" The quarterbacks voice was much louder now, he started walking towards Kate, fury in his eyes.
"Calm down, dude!" Kate yelled back and took a step back, not wanting anything to do with this guy anymore.
"You're a dyke! You're a gross dyke! What is wrong with you?!" The jock was screaming at Kate now, even got some bystanders to stop and watch.
Kate was embarrassed, her cheeks flushing red- she didn't like all this attention on her. "I don't know why my sexuality is any of your business- but it looks like you're just mad 'cause you wanted to get some! I don't give a shit if you accept me or not, just leave me alone and fuck off." Kate rolled her eyes and started walking away, but not before hearing his last words.
"The only thing i'll accept is if you and your little girlfriend put on a show for me!" The jock yelled out, smirking since he knew Kate would hear him.
Tears filled Kate's eyes, she was stomping back over to the turf now, seeing as though her cheer mates were already getting ready.
"Hey! Where's my damn pop!?" Farrah whined out and rolled her eyes.
Kate completely forgot she had an order to get.
"Sorry." She mumbled, biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from bursting into tears.
Chess was the first one to take notice. "Hey- don't start yet, give us 5." Chess yelled to Riley, knowing she'd be able to convince the coaches to hold the game.
Chess took Kate away from the field to the bleachers and under them, and as soon as they were alone, that's when Kate broke and started sobbing. She fell into Chess' arms and held onto her for dear life. Chess signed and stroked the back of Kate's head.
It was well past five minutes before Kate could even get herself to stop crying. By now, their whole cheer team came looking for them and found them.
Kate explained everything. Every word he said. Every action he did.
Everyone on the team was mad or upset, but for some reason- Farrah was the most distraught. But Farrah knew she couldn't just let this go, she had to do something.
So that's when Farrah was the first to show up on the field, immediately storming over to the turf and finding the exact player that did this to Kate.
"Hey, dick!" Her voice yelled out, and that's where all hell broke loose.
-
Farrah was only 5'0, she was small, so when she was standing in front of a 6'4 guy that was the star quarterback of their rival school's football team- she looked completely helpless. Her crossed arms, slanted posture, glaring look, and angered face still didn't make her look all that big and bad.
The quarterback grinned and crouched down a little to meet Farrah's height. He furrowed his brows and pouted, then cooed to the girl.
"What're you gonna do, baby? "Gonna.." He paused and jumped his head forwards, making Farrah flinch and almost take a step back.
"Punch me? Hit me? Kick me?" The man sneered and fixed his posture, still towering over Farrah, sneering down at her. "What could you out of all people do?" He gave a deep chuckle and narrowed his eyes at Farrah, clearly enjoying tormenting the cheerleader.
Farrah clenched her fists and locked her jaw. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with hatred and rage. "More than you can think." Farrah replied back through clenched teeth. She knew this whole scene looked stupid, she knew everyone around them thought Farrah was hopeless, she knew how stupid she looked.
"Oh really?" The quarterback whined out and laughed maliciously. "Look at you, getting yourself all worked up just because I called your little girlfriend over there a dyke, hm? You know I'm right. Everyone and their mother knows I'm right." The football player bent down again, now holding Farrah's chin up with his hand.
Farrah heard that word and immediately grabbed his hand and pushed it away from her. "Don't you dare call her that! You're a fucking asshole, that's what you are." Farrah hissed back, her arms now uncrossed and at her sides. On the outside, she seemed to have everything under control, but on the inside a million thoughts ran through her head. The biggest one being- did he know Farrah was..?
No. That's not the issue. She quickly got her head back in the game, now biting her lip and staring harshly at the man towering above her.
"Look at you! Defending the lesbo! You two make such a good couple, you know?" The man smirked and crossed his arms. He was clearly having fun with this. "Farrah? That's your name, right? I've heard a lot about you, people talk and shit gets around, I heard you'll sleep with anyone who's willing to-" He paused and a glint went through his eyes. "-Especially when you're wasted." He hissed, watching the sudden crack in Farrah's eyes. He grinned, knowing he broke the front she was trying to keep up.
Farrah's mouth opened and closed, her fists unclenching. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to think. She was confused and slowly zoning out of it until a familar voice spoke up.
"Farrah, forget it- he's not worth it." Kate mumbled and went to grab Farrah's arm, but the smaller girl pulled away. She was stronger than this. She wasn't going to let down this easy.
"Oh look who it is! The dyke herself." The quarterback grinned and eyed Kate up and down, then scoffing. "I can see why she's the way she is." He mumbled to himself.
"Says you! You're not all that, you have no right to say anything about the way my friend looks." Farrah raised her voice, a fire starting in her eyes.
The man blinked at the girl, his face expressionless, but it quickly changed to an eyeroll and smirk. "That dyke's got you all brainwashed, hasn't she? Well, princess, I'm sure if you were with me, you'd be much happier. I could do you straight." He spoke with venom in his voice, his mouth close to Farrah's ear. He seemed to be proud of the straight pun he made as he slowly moved back and fixed his posture.
"Don't talk to my sister like that!" A high-pitched voice came up, but Farrah ignored it, hearing the voice grow closer- it was now or never.
Farrah lifted her arm in the air and closed her fist tightly, then with all the adrenaline and anger she had built up- she swung and full-force socked the quarterback.
The football player let out a yelp of pain and stumbled back, he would have fallen as well if it wasn't for his teammates to catch him and hold him up. His nose was bleeding along with his mouth, nonstop. He looked dazed and confused, but also angered.
"You cunt! Hope you and your dyke friend are happy!" He yelled out, his voice cracking.
Farrah didn't care. She could barely hear him at this point. She had completely zoned out after seeing him tumble backwards after he full on sucker punched him.
She heard the other teams players yelling at her and the rest of her team, she heard staff rushing up to the now injured player, she heard people who were there for the actual game hollering. But she tuned it mostly out- until she heard her own teammates chime in.
"Farrah oh my gosh- are you okay? Why did you do that?! How did you do that!?" Annleigh rushed up to her sister, holding her now bloody and bruised fist. Annleigh kept checking every part of her sister's body to make sure she wasn't hurt. "I'm so sorry I didn't step in sooner- he shouldn't have said any of that to you- I'm so sorry-" Words and words and apologies and apologies came flooding out of Annleigh's mouth, to which Farrah would just reply with "It's okay" and slight nods.
"Farrah, why the hell did you do that?!" Another voice. Riley's? It was Riley's.
Farrah turned away from her rambling sister to meet her cheer captain. She knew the storm that was about to hit her. "Riley- I'm sorry but I couldn't just stand there and let that dumbass talk about Kate like that! Maybe socking him was out of line but he deserved it and-" A now rambling Farrah was cut off by Riley shushing her. "Farrah, I'm not mad about that, I'm mad about the fact you could've hurt yourself permanently!" Riley said quickly. "Okay I am also a little mad at the fact you could be kicked off the team- but your injury is more important right now." Riley gave a half smile and went to shush a still rambling Annleigh.
Farrah stared back at Riley. Riley was never this nice to Farrah- it was a weird change, but she enjoyed it.
"Hey! Uhm..thanks for doing that for Kate." A softer voice spoke and Farrah knew in an instant who it was.
"Of course, Chess." Farrah looked at the senior. They didn't exactly get along the best, but Chess appreciated and respected anyone that would go out of their way for her best friend.
"That was pretty badass, Farrah." A sweeter voice came up. Reese.
Farrah half-smiled to the girl, who was wearing a cheer uniform now instead of a tiger suit.
"Yeah! That was like- so cool! You really showed him!" Mattie's tiny voice spoke up, looking up at Farrah with wide eyes.
"Aw..Thanks." Farrah glanced down at her swollen fist and then back up at the two girls.
"Yeah, they're both right. But props to you for waiting, I would've snapped way ahead of that." Cairo? It couldn't be, Cairo hated Farrah.
It was Cairo, holding out some bandages and healing cream she had somehow gotten. Farrah smiled a bit at the junior. "Thanks, Cai." Farrah mumbled, watching the girl bandage up her fist.
Cairo looked back up at the younger girl. "No Cai shit, we're not on that level yet." She said with a smirk and finished up with Farrah's hand.
Farrah got up and looked around- at the bleachers, the track, the field, and then at the ambulance who was taking away the asshole of a quarter back.
She jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey! Hey..it's just me." Kate said softly, moving next to Farrah. Kate watched the ambulance as well, her lips pursed.
There was a long period of silence between the two girls.
Kate then spoke up. "You didn't have to do that, y'know." She was quiet, now looking down and toying with her bow she had up in her hair.
Farrah turned to fully face Kate. "Yes I did, Kate." She said back.
"I could've handled it, it wasn't that big of a deal-" Kate started again but was cut off by an annoyed Farrah.
"It IS a big deal, Kate. He had no right to say any of that to you! He was an asshole and got what he deserved." Farrah said angrily and crossed her arms harshly, quickly regretting it because of the pain she was in.
Kate watched Farrah wince in pain. "That's exactly why you shouldn't have done it. Your wrist is fucked! You're in pain!" Kate argued, glaring at Farrah. She continued. "Farrah- what would have happened if he didn't stop, he could've hit you or done worse. You could've been kicked off the dam team! Did you even hear the shit he was saying to you?! What he was doing to you was far worse!" Kate raised her voice at the younger girl.
Farrah shut her eyes, trying to forget what he had said. "Yes, Kate, I know what he fucking said! Don't remind me.." She huffed and opened her eyes. "But you're my friend, Kate, It was worth it. I did the right thing." Farrah stated and looked up at Kate, her eyes getting cloudy.
Kate paused for a while, then started up again. "Thanks, tho..Thank you, Farrah." Kate mumbled and looked at Farrah, then quickly engulfed her in a hug.
Farrah froze, she wasn't used to this. She wasn't used to the attention and affection. She didn't know if she liked it or not.
Kate stopped and pulled away. "Sorry..did I hurt you or-" Kate was cut off by a tight hug from Farrah.
They both stood there, hugging each other, for a solid twenty seconds, before they heard Riley calling them.
Kate moved away first and slowly walked with Farrah.
Farrah knew if she never opened her mouth- if she never stormed off from under the bleachers to give that guy a piece of her mind- that her hand wouldn't have been broken for a month straight and she wouldn't have been suspended from the team for a month.
But she also knew that if she didn't start a fight with that guy, he would have never learned his lesson and would've continued to be the small-minded dick he was- and Kate would have to live the rest of her life thinking about what that monster had said to her.
So, in Farrah's book, that was a win.
-
Other times, Farrah wished she never opened her mouth.
She wished she never even started the argument or fight.
She wished that it was all just a dream and she would wake up any second now.
The 'other times' was referring to this one moment.
Chess and Farrah never got along since the incident where Chess dropped Farrah.
Farrah never forgave Chess- yet Chess still tries her hardest to make it up to Farrah.
So there were going to be little arguments and fights between the two, it was normal at this point.
Farrah and Chess would both say shit neither of them wanted to hear, but it never got out of control.
Until one day it did.
Farrah always had a feeling that Chess wasn't straight, she just didn't see Chess as a straight girl. She'd always pick on Chess and tease her out of fun, and Chess would just deny it everytime. One time, Chess was asked by some guy who walked up to her in the hall.
"Sooo, Chess, what are you?" The guy, who looked to be a senior as well, asked.
Chess turned away from her locker to face the kid. "What do you mean what am I?" She asked back, honestly confused and pondering.
Farrah came up at this point, now standing at Chess' side. She looked between the two and went to say something but stopped hearing the next words spoken.
"You know....are you..straight?" The guy asked quietly, but his voice still had some sort of panic.
Chess' mouth dropped open slightly. "Uh...yeah? Why do you ask..?" She asked him, trying to sound certain, but Farrah knew Chess and could hear the worry in her voice.
The guy didn't respond, only sneered and started to turn around and walk away from the two.
"That was..weird." Chess mumbled, turning back to her locker to reopen it and gather her belongings.
Farrah laughed slightly. "You're a terrible liar, you know that?" The younger girl smirked and crossed her arms.
Chess glanced over at Farrah, her brows furrowing. "I'm not a liar, Farrah, I'm straight." She stated and huffed, while pulling out a binder.
Farrah's smirk only grew wider, she didn't feel like stopping nor planned on it anytime soon. "Just last week you said you wouldn't mind kissing a girl or being with one, then you claimed it was feminism." Farrah paused and rolled her eyes. "Wrong ism, Chess, that's lesbianism, not feminism." Farrah stated, clearly proud of the stupid pun she made.
Chess frowned, realizing Farrah wasn't going to let up anytime soon. She continued gathering her supplies and reverted her eyes back to her locker. "You know, I'm starting to feel really bad for tripping, seeing as how bad that fall fucked with your head." Chess replied harshly.
Farrah's expression dropped, but her eyes narrowed as she scoffed. "The only thing you were tripping on was some god-damn drug!" Farrah hissed back, now growing angrier by the second.
Chess' face dropped immediately. She slammed her locker shut and was now turned completely to face Farrah. "For the last time, it's medication for my knee, the doctors said I actually need it..the same can't be said for you and your budding alcoholism, can it?" Chess asked, smirking and sneering down at the sophomore. She knew she'd get Farrah to crack eventually, she just had to dig deeper and deeper.
Farrah was taken a-back, her mouth opened slightly as her vision started getting cloudy. She was regretting this now. "I don't think a 'doctor' told you that you need to get stoned in order to fix your knee injury." Farrah murmured and paused, then started back up again. "..And I only drink when I want to, I can control my intake, unlike some people." Farrah smirked and eyed Chess up and down, thinking she won the argument.
Chess didn't think before the next words rolled off her tongue. She didn't pause or take a second to gather her thoughts- she was so fed up by now she could care less.
"Rumor is that your parents said that too, but, here you are- just like them." Chess growled and narrowed her eyes at Farrah, watching the younger girl physically break.
Farrah's mouth dropped open. Her lips quivered and she felt her hands start to shake against her side. Her vision was so far past cloudy, she could hardly see. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and filling up her eyes. Farrah couldn't believe what Chess had just told her, she was shocked. She didn't know what to say, what to think, what to do. She was completely out of it. She absolutely hated crying in front of people, it made her think she was weak- that she was worthless. It made her feel stupid and small and she wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball right now.
Chess stood there, towering over Farrah, her eyes still narrowed- but her lips were pursed and her expression had dropped. She knew what she had done- and she knew it was terrible and so far past the line. A part of her wanted to immediately apologize over and over again, and hold Farrah into a close hug. But the other part of her was too angry to even care in the slightest for the flyer.
Farrah sucked in a deep breath and sniffled. "Fuck you, Chess." She mumbled, trying to sound mean and intimidating, but her voice came out cracked and broken.With that, Farrah took off in the opposite direction, storming and stomping off. More and more tears came rushing down her face as she quickly swept passed the people in the halls. She ignored the looks she was getting and the people calling out her name. She ignored when Kate grabbed her arm, and just forcefully pushed herself away, keeping her head down.
Farrah made her way to the bathroom that was the farthest away from where the scene took place. She opened a stall, slammed it shut, and locked it quickly. She slid against the door and a broken sob came out of her throat. She slumped against the floor as she repeatedly hit her fist against the stall. She was sobbing loudly now, not caring who heard her. She absolutely hated being compared to her parents- especially when most people didn't know the full story. Everyone assumed it was both her parents who were drunks, but no one ever took into consideration that it was just her father. Farrah couldn't stand being compared to him, he was a monster and she was terrified of ever becoming like him.
But she realized she was already slowly turning into him.
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Kate ran up to Chess, a frantic and panic look on her face.
"Did you see Farrah? Do you know what happened to her? She ignored me and ran off from me and-" Kate stopped when she noticed Chess roll her eyes. "Chess..what happened between you two?" Kate said quietly, now stopping in the middle of the hallway.
Chess scoffed. "She started shit with me..I just ended it and put her in her place." Chess stated with no emotion in her voice.
Kate's eyes narrowed. This wasn't the Chess she knew, this wasn't her Chess. "Tell me what the hell happened, you made her cry, Chess." Kate asked in a much more serious tone.
Chess stopped walking now, taking in a deep breath of air and spinning around on her heel to face her best friend.
She explained everything, every word, every action.
Kate just watched and listened, not daring to say a word. She watched as Chess' eyes softened and got foggy and cloudy.
"Kate, I feel so god-awful..I should've been the bigger person. I should've stopped myself. I should've thought before I said anything...and I shouldn't have dared to say anything about her parents when it's none of my business. I'm a terrible person." Chess was the one crying now, but she didn't even realize till Kate was stroking away the few tears that managed to fall.
"Chess, you aren't a terrible person. Neither of you are. You both are in the wrong and neither of you should have said anything. I know it's not my place to say but- I think you need to go and find Farrah and talk with her. If you don't do it now she's just gonna shut herself down and try and hide her problems, and that's not healthy." Kate said softly, trying to reassure and help her best friend.
Chess looked at Kate, then at the floor. They were both so far past late to whatever classes they had to be in- but those were the last things on either of the girl's minds. Chess nodded slightly, sniffling. "You're right.." She mumbled and wiped away the rest of her tears. "I'm...I'm gonna go try and find her..Thanks, Kate." Chess said quietly, slightly smiling to the shorter girl.
Kate smiled back and nudged her friend's shoulder. "Love ya! Good luck." Kate said and quickly went past Chess, waving and grinning. She knew Chess needed to do this on her own, and she also needed to get to class- so she left.
Chess waved back and took in a deep breath, closing her eyes. She turned on her heel and made her way to go find Farrah.
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Farrah knew she shouldn't have said anything. She knew she should've just stood there in silence or backed off. She knew she shouldn't have but in and gave her two cents.
She didn't think.
She never thinks.
It was all her fault, she wasn't surprised that Chess said what she said.
But it still hurt her.
Is that really what Chess thought of her? Did Chess really just see Farrah as a drunken lost-cause? Like her father?
Chess wouldn't be wrong, though.
Farrah knew she was a lost-cause at this point. She knew she was hopeless and could never sober up, and apparently everyone around her knew it too.
Farrah was lost in her own thoughts by now, so she didn't hear the door to the bathroom opening and the footsteps coming closer and the soft, quiet voice ringing out.
"Farrah? You in here?" It was Chess. Of course it was Chess.
Farrah stayed silent, biting her lip so her sobs wouldn't come out.
Chess knocked on each stall until she got to the one Farrah was hiding in. She played with the lock and sighed. "Farrah? It's Chess..can we talk? Please?" She asked quietly, now leaning her head against the outside of the stall while shutting her eyes.
Farrah sniffled and shook her head- then realized Chess couldn't see her. "No." Farrah croaked out, her voice clearly sore.
Chess hummed softly. "Please, Farrah? Listen, I know I fucked up- Like, so badly but-" Chess was cut off by a sob coming from the other side of the stall. Her heart broke at the sound and she felt her breathing speed up- she was so far past fucked.
Farrah closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the wall. "No offense, Chess, but you are the last fucking person I want to talk to right now. So please, take a hint and leave." Farrah's voice cracked, even though she tried sounding angry, she sounded so hurt and damaged- it pained Chess.
Chess sighed deeply, knowing Farrah wasn't going to give in. She slid down on the opposite side of the stall, letting her head lean back. "I'm not leaving you here. I came here to apologize for what I caused." Chess said back to the younger girl.
"Well, too late for that." Farrah replied quietly. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping Chess would just give up and leave eventually.
"Farrah, listen, I know we don't get along anymore. I know this time I really dug my grave and fucked up, I know that, okay? I went way out of line and to drag your parents in it was disrespectful and so rude, I don't even know the whole story. I don't see you as them, like- at all. I know you're more than just the 'drunk' everyone portrays you as. You're capable of doing so much things, I see it in you. I feel terrible about this whole situation, I really do, you can ask Kate if you don't believe me.." Chess paused, feeling tears start to roll down her cheeks again. She started back up again. "But I'm so sorry. I'm beyond sorry. I know it probably means nothing to you, and you probably won't ever see me the same again, but...I really am sorry." Chess said truthfully.
Two minutes went by in pure silence, and Chess decided that Farrah was done with her, so she stood up and went over to the mirror in the bathroom. She wiped her eyes and brushed herself off, then went over to the door to leave.
The bathroom stall door opened and out came Farrah, who looked a mess, but she came up behind Chess and hugged her tighter than she's ever hugged anyone before. She burrowed her face into Chess' soft shirt and held onto her.
Chess turned around and looked down at the smaller girl, a smile slowly forming on her face. She hugged Farrah back just as tight, if not tighter.
It was a comfortable amount of silence between the two of them for a good five minutes before Farrah pulled away and looked up at Chess with glassy, red eyes.
"It's my fault too, Chess. I shouldn't have gave my unwanted opinion and two-cents when it wasn't needed. I egged you on and kept going when I should've stopped." Farrah said quietly, wiping her eyes. "I'm sorry too." The flyer said sincerely.
Chess never heard Farrah apologize before, it was a weird feeling. "I forgive you. We were both at fault here, we both said shit we shouldn't have said." Chess said and smiled gently to Farrah.
Farrah nodded in agreement. "Can we just never fight, maybe? It's getting boring and tiring trying to come up with a new insult for you, Frankie." Farrah grinned and went to open the bathroom door to leave.
"Of course, Farrie." Chess said with a smirk, walking out of the bathroom first.
Farrah rolled her eyes at the older girl, then went to start walking off to whatever class she had to be in.
"Oh, Farrah?" Chess called out, spinning around on her heel.
Farrah paused and turned her head. "Hm?" She hummed out, tilting her head.
"I'm sorry for everything...including dropping you." Chess said, frowning.
Farrah smiled at Chess. "I forgive you, Chess, now get to class!" She snickered and waved, going off on her own way.
Chess waved back, walking to her current class.
Even though Farrah still regretted ever starting the fight, she was relieved in a way from it. There was nothing more she wanted than for the stupid conflict between her and Chess to get resolved.
She just never realized it would take an ugly fight and both of them crying and hugging in a bathroom to do it.
But she was glad it ended that way.