clishmaclaver

[klish-muh-kley-ver, kleesh-]

noun, Scot.

1. gossip; idle or foolish talk.

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Bri’s phone let out a light chime. She turned away from the larger screen of her laptop in favor of the smaller one of her phone. The message was from one of her in-school friends, Chrissie.

Have you heard? Read the small script. Bri knew perfectly well it was vague on purpose. She would have to respond to find out what the other girl was talking about.

no what? Bri replied.

Millie Adams was talking about you. said you hang out with nerds and stuff.

Bri rolled her eyes. She was perfectly familiar with what was going on. It was like a big strategy game with school popularity on the line. Millie was her main opponent, and Chrissie was one of her biggest troops. Only instead of pieces on a board and cards to play, they used gossip and rumors to try and beat the other. So far Bri was winning, but with this new volley, that could change.

Bri cracked her knuckles and got her counter attack ready. She had many possible options, but she had been itching to use one in particular.

speaking of millie, you know where I saw her on saturday? She typed out.

Where? The word was followed by an emoji depicting a face with a quizzical look on it.

i saw her going into a thrift store.

OMG!!!! Another emoji, this one of a shocked face.

Bri smiled. It was a perfect attack. Although the statement itself was a lie, it was still a potent thing to say. By itself it carried little to no weight, and meant nothing. But one it went a round on the rumor mill, it would be devastating.

There was a reason Bri was the most popular girl I school, and the fact that she looked good in a swim suit was only one of them. The main reason was she was good at the gossip game. Very good. In fact the only reason she had invited Chrissie into her group was for that very reason. It certainly wasn’t because of the girl’s “winning” personality or “keen” intellect, that was for sure. No, it was because of her loose tongue and ability to spread and inflate rumors. Once Chrissie got a nice, juicy bit of gossip in her, it was only a matter of time before it not only spread throughout the school, but got blown hugely out of proportion as well.

What was she doing in one of those? Chrissie asked.

IDK. i didn’t stick around to see. i had better things to do than watch Millie shopping. Bri only lamented how easy it all was. Now it was time to deal with Millie’s attack. listen, i gtg. got to make sure those nerds i ‘hang out’ with do a good job on my hw, right?

oh yeah, it’s easy. wear a short enough skirt and they’ll do anything i tell them. you should try it some time. Bri couldn’t help but laugh at how gullible and easy to manipulate her peers were.

K! ttyl.

Bri’s only reply was of an emoji of a waving person. She didn’t need any more than that. She set her phone down, confident she had remained on top in that small battle. It was time for her to enter into a very different arena. She returned to the computer and opened her chosen chat method. Several people joined in almost immediately. She set her fingers on the keyboard and typed out a single sentence:

Okay you guys, we all good for D&D now?

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Not sure if this is how high school girls text, but it's the best I can do. I went to school way back when flip phones were still a in style and texting was not yet created. And even now I don't really make use of that feature very often, so I'm kind of using what I see on the internet to make as good an approximation as I can.