#it'd be like in those tv specials when they did those alternate 'what if' episodes where everything was backwards lol

[chloexquinn]

Chloe scoffed with a smile. “Absolutely not. Your choreography was boring enough. Why would I bore myself with the yawn fest you call your personal life.” Chloe took a quick glance down at her manicured nails while Brooke spoke not bothering to make eye contact while responding. “I’d think twice about that. Who’d want to be with a slut who’s allergic to loyalty? A man who has to resort to dating down because he can't get women his own age? Once again hun, nothing new, nothing interesting, nothing exciting.” She said giving Brook a cold smile once her eyes met the blonde's once more. “Let me debunk that theory for you right now. I’ve never faked an orgasm. Unlike yourself I don’t let just anything into my body and I don’t need to. I’m not desperate, that’s your thing. The men I’ve been with are hardly pubescent. You should know, your boyfriend is one of them...Oops, I meant ex boyfriend.” Fuck being coy at this point. Brooke could think whatever she wanted as long as it hurt her.

“And what would I have to be jealous of? The school skank who had to resort to fucking someone born in the stone ages just to get an ounce of self esteem? I’m good. Your assumptions much like your double down, are weak." Chloe glared at Brooke once she got closer to her, making a mental note not to step back. It was a reflex for most people but Chloe knew she had to stand her ground She would not give Brooke the impression that she was intimidated, because she wasn't. Not in the slightest. The curly haired brunette threw her head back and laughed while swatting at the air in front of her. “Okay one, I’d change toothpaste brands because whatever you’re using clearly isn’t doing it for you, and two my squad is thriving right now while you’re doing what exactly? Sitting on your ass getting shit drunk all by yourself doing absolutely nothing. Which honestly isn’t that different from how you were at East Mount.”

Her brow arched at Brooke's next comment. That just made her hunger for winning grow even more. Competitiveness made Chloe dangerous. Even more so than she already was. There was a fire in her brown iris' as she spoke. “Oh, I’ll be crying alright, of laughter." We'll see who's the real basic bitch is around here.  "You can call me whatever you want Brooke, but one thing you’ll never be able to say I am, is a cheater.” And it was true. Chloe had never cheated on a boyfriend, whether it was through text, voice note or face to face she’d always made sure to break things off before running off with the next guy. Though of course that was only because she didn’t trust anyone and didn’t want word getting around. Chloe may be a cold hearted bitch, but one thing that everyone could agree on was that she was smart. Tactful. Calculated. She had a motive and reason behind absolutely everything she did. And if what she was doing made her seem kinder than she appeared to be, even though she was the farthest thing from kind, that was just icing on the cake. Chloe never slipped up. And even if she left a few tracks she was going to make sure they were covered. 

“I mean, you’re a much better person than me, right?” She asked taking slow steps towards Brooke. That was certainly how Chloe felt everyone else perceived her. One thing Brooke seemed to have that Chloe didn't was a moral compass. Surely she had to feel the least bit guilty and ashamed about what she did.  “Well little miss perfect, if you’re such an angel, why’d you cheat on Jake?” She asked slowly beginning to circle around her as she spoke. At this point, she was just playing mind games. Saying things she thought would get the other girl winded up. “Why’d you sleep with that professor when you knew there was a chance he’d get fired? I mean, was what I did really so awful? All I did was tell everyone the truth. Let people see the real you. And you can hate me all you want Brooke but you can’t deny that you’re in this position because of your actions. So go ahead, join the pathetic excuse for a team that your school has to offer. You’re a big girl, you can make your own decisions. But instead of playing the victim, I suggest you grow up and start acting like it. I’m not sure how far this whiny little poor me act will get you at your new school.”

There was no greater insult than being called basic, by another girl. Nobody wants to be that. Especially not Brooke. Her mother had constantly gone awol, always chasing the next big bender, while her father cared more about his public image and campaign than he ever did about either of them. The only time Brooke ever felt wanted or loved, was when she was in the arms of a boy or at the top of their cheer pyramid.

Basic wasn’t a word many would've used when often describing her. Not until now, that is. And sure, maybe Chloe’s opinion didn’t matter all that much because she was truly the more bitter one between the two. But, if that were also the case then why did the insult trigger such a knee jerk reaction?

On top of that, Brooke was well aware that while her instagram account and social media presence remained stagnant, Chloe’s was climbing to new heights. She hadn’t necessarily passed Brooke yet but she was well on her way. Rather than do something about it, Brooke was too busy feeling sorry for herself. She was sulking because of her new miserable life at her new miserable school. When what she should’ve been doing was learning how to cope with it.

Her reputation wasn’t ruined completely. It was just going off in a new direction. And what she should have done, is lean into it. Stick it to the man, or to Chloe and the entire student body at East Mount. If they all truly thought she was a slut, she’d be the biggest, skankiest, hottest slut there was. Let Jake forge a relationship with Chloe and then when the other girl least expects it, Brooke will swoop in and fuck her boyfriend.

“I think it’s YOU who’s more invested in MY personal life.” Brooke gave a sarcastic, almost bored yawn. “Is that all you’ve got? So, I fucked our Professor, big whoop. He had a huge dick and knew what to do with it. That’s more than I can say for any of the prepubescent creeps you hang around with. But, if you enjoy mediocre sex and faking your orgasms, then that’s on you. And I feel sorry for you.” Though, Brooke was beginning to wonder if Chloe’s ever even had sex. Considering how perverse she made Brooke feel about enjoying it.

“Maybe you’re just jealous because he picked me and all the guys you’re interested in, wanna fuck me over you.” It wasn’t mentioned outright just then, but she was implying Jake again. “Nobody’s bitter but you, hun. Because deep down you know, if I was still there —-“ Brooke paused momentarily to lean in closer to Chloe’s cheek, so she could whisper softly in the other girl’s ear “—you wouldn’t have any of this.” Meaning their squad, her newfound popularity, and someone to keep her on her A game.

After leaning back out, Brooke took another long swig of her drink before she looked over at Chloe, accepting her challenge. “You know, I think I will join Westham’s cheer squad. Just so I can watch you cry at Regionals when we wipe the floor with you. Then we’ll see who’s the real basic bitch around here. My guess is, that’s going to be you.” It wasn’t usually like Brooke to use such profane language. She was much more classy than that. But Chloe brought out the viciousness in her.