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Queen B(itch)

Requested fic by anon #1 and #2 (if you have any fic ideas or requests you’d like me to write, you can leave me an ask!)

Book: Queen B, Chapter 16

Pairing: Zoey Wade x Good Girl MC (Bea Hughes)

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Rating: PG 13, a little strong language

Word count: 4,269

A/N: It’s a revamped chapter 16 but it’s in Zoey’s PoV. Poppy wins the award and Zoey comforts MC since she didn’t get it. Later, Poppy decides to rub it in MC’s face but MC’s not having it. I also threw in a little Veronica x Chloe cuz why not? Lemme just feed the Zoey stans real quick since that finale was crap for us.

Tag list: @ineedskyecrandall @kamilahsayeet2063 @avalawrencefl @lovekamilahsayeed @thequeenkamilahsayeed @heygmicheelle @djtjsmith14 (lmk if anyone would like to be included or removed in my next fics.)

"And the winner is..."

The suspense was hanging in the air as Dean Steinhelm carefully pried open the envelope with her nail. Ugh, it felt as if it took forever.

Bea was sitting beside me. I clutched onto her hand and interlaced our fingers before I gave it a squeeze. My own eyebrows were knitted and I frowned. I felt so worried for her.

I caught her looking at me and immediately, my face relaxed and the frown was replaced by a small, reassuring smile when I saw the uncertain expression on her face.

'You. Got. This.' I mouthed to her and nodded.

That small gesture calmed seemed to calm her down immensely. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them slowly. She looked at me again and gave me a small smile. This is it. The moment of truth.

"Ms. Poppy Min-Sinclair!"

My first thought was to check on Bea. I instantly turned to look at her, wanting to make sure she was okay. I saw her face fall and looked at her wide eyes even though she was staring straight ahead. As she watched Poppy accept the award, I could sense dread running through her in her eyes. Dread for the future of Belvoire, for the students, for everyone placed lower in the rankings that Poppy could and would trample over. She turned to me, eyes still huge with her mouth slightly gaped and I knew; it was also dread for me.

Bea might have been worried about what this could mean. Not me though. No, I wasn't worried, I was mad. I was livid. How could this pathetic, snobbish, spoiled brat of a bitch be more deserving of that award that Bea? I looked around to see how the other attendees reacted to this announcement. There was a scattered, hesitant applause and everyone didn't look excited about it at all. They were obviously just doing it to be polite. Which just made me question, how the hell did she win when no one wanted it?

My wondering eyes finally landed back on Bea. She looked at me, worried. Her eyes were glossy and I could tell tears were threatening to spill. And yet, she placed her other hand on my arm and softly spoke my name. "Zo? Are you okay?"

The sight made me face soften. I knew she was trying her best to hold her tears. "C'mon, babe." I helped her from her chair and lead her out of the event hall with my arm wrapped protectively around her. I knew she was holding back because she didn't want to cause a scene in front of everyone.

I brought her to the restroom and as soon as I closed the door, she broke down and started sobbing into her hands. I rushed over to her and removed her hands from her face, pulling her into me. I placed a hand on the back of her head and guided it to lie on my shoulder. She sobbed into the crook of my neck while my other arm rested around her waist. She brought her arms around me and pushed herself further into my embrace.

She may have thought I was comforting her but in reality, having her here with me was calming me down too.

"Shh, babe, it's alright. It'll be alright," I spoke softly into her hair as I swayed us back and forth slowly.

"It's not though," she replied shakily between sobs. God, I hated seeing her like this. This usually confident, strong-willed, unstoppable woman being reduced to a vulnerable crying mess was beyond heartbreaking. "I don't even care about getting that dumb trophy, Zo. It's just feels like I disappointed everyone. Everyone that looked up to me and supported me, Belvoire, you..."

"Hey, no, listen," I disagreed and pulled back from her so I could stare at her. Her eyes were red and puffy, her makeup was disaster and her cheeks were damp with her tears. "You are not disappointing anyone, you hear me?"

Bea looked away, not wanting to meet my eyes.

"Hey," I called in a gentle voice. "Look at me." I carefully raised my hand to touch her cheek. She leaned into my palm, still quietly sobbing. I guided her face to look straight into mine but her eyes were still looking down.

"Please?" I pleaded. She finally looked up to meet my gaze. My brown eyes peered into hers, trying to show that my words weren't lies, that it was the complete, utter truth. "You didn't disappoint me. Or anyone for that matter. You've came so far and so high on top. You won the entire school over, you turned Poppy's minions against her, you gave Belvoire hope that Poppy's reign would be over. You started out at the bottom and you did all of that in less than a year." I made sure she was still listening to me before I continued, "I've never been more proud of anyone or anything."

"You're proud of me?"

"I always have been, you're amazing and don't you dare forget it."

She crashed into me again, resting her head against my chest and squeezing me. "Thank you."

I returned her hug and removed her crown to rest my chin on top of her head. Her hair was in a mess anyway, we'd fix it later. "You don't have to thank me, it's just the truth."

"No, thank you for being here."

"Of course, darling, there's nowhere else I'd rather be."

I stroked her back and thought about how perfect she felt in my arms. I loved that she was shorter than me and that I could hold her in this position comfortably. It was as if she was made to fit in my arms. I listened to her sobs slow down to a stop while she listened to the steady thump in my chest. I have no idea how long we stood there like that but I all I knew was that I could've stood there with her forever. But I'd need to take my heels off first 'cuz they were killing my feet.

"I just wish it wasn't Poppy that won," she mumbled into my chest. "It feels as if nothing will change for as long as she's on top. I'm worried she'll try to hurt you again too."

"I know, love. I wished it wasn't true either but I promise whatever happens, we'll get through it together."

After a while, Bea pulled away a little and I did the same to look at her. "You good, babe?"

She nodded and wiped the last of her tears away. "I think I'm ready to head out. Thank you for bringing me here. I don't think I could've held it in any longer if I was still out there." She completely removed herself from me and right away, I missed her warmth and the feeling of her in my embrace but I knew it had to happen eventually.

"I think I know you well enough by now to figure out that was the case," I teased and softly nudged her with my hip.

She giggled and it was the best thing I've heard in a while. She moved towards the door but I stopped her. "Wait! Baby, I love you and you know I think you're always gorgeous, but I'm not letting you walk out with your hair and makeup like that. As your stylist I forbid you."

She giggled harder and walked over to the sink instead. "Sorry, babe, I forgot I must look like a mess." When she saw her reflection in the mirror, she froze. "Okay, jeez, I wasn't expecting it to be that bad."

I laughed and walked up to her, hugging her from behind and staring at her reflection from over her head. I felt her body lean back into me and relax. "You're still a pretty mess."

"Is that meant to be a compliment?" she asked me with an eyebrow quirked up.

"Take it as you will." I smiled at her. "And I'd never let you out like that so don't worry. My reputation would fly out the window and take a 50-foot plunge faster than Veronica's wifi connection."

I saw Bea roll her eyes. "And here I thought you were doing it out of the goodness of your heart for me."

I laughed and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Yeah, that too." I moved to stand beside her to help her fix her hair and makeup. After about 15 minutes, I was almost done. I just needed to apply her lipstick.

"Okay, babe, look at me and purse your lips, mhm, okay, now open."

Just as I was finishing up, the bathroom door open and in walked the demon herself, holding the Person To Watch award. I groaned and mentally kicked myself for not locking. Of course she among all people would walk through that door.

Her eyes immediately locked onto Bea and I felt anger flare up in me again. I quickly moved to stand in front of her, blocking Bea from Poppy's view.

I crossed my arms. "What do you want?"

Poppy rolled her eyes and waved her hand at me. "This doesn't concern you, New Money, I'm just here to rub it in Farmsville's face how her pathetic attempts to dethrone me will never amount to anything," she bragged. "Now move aside- what's your name again? Zara? Zia?"

I felt the heat of my rage go to my head and as I opened my mouth to retort, I heard Bea's voice from behind me. "Zoey, it's okay, let me handle this." Her voice was firm and even though I knew it wasn't directed at me, I felt chills run down my spine.

I stepped aside to make way for her.

"Oh, babe, wait," I stopped her before she moved in front any further. I lifted her crown that was still in my hand to place it on her head. She grinned at me when I bent down to kiss her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Show her who the real Queen B is, love."

I didn't even bother to see Poppy's reaction to my gesture. I moved back and let Bea step forward to go head-to-head with Poppy. She squared her shoulders and looked her straight in the eye.

"How cute," Poppy taunted. "A small pep talk from your little girlfriend before facing the Queen."

"Cut the crap Poppy, say what you came here for and make it quick."

I saw anger flash before Poppy's eyes but she kept her composure. "Pack it up and go back to your farm, Pig Girl. You can try all you want but we all know you're nothing but a sad, sorry, pathetic wannabe loser that can only dream of being Number One." Poppy took a step forward, trying to intimidate Bea but she stood her ground and looked her straight in the eye. I couldn't help but feel proud of my girl. "Consider this your lesson learnt, Farmsville. You came, you saw, you tried to conquer, but you failed. Now, my suggestion? Stay out of my way and leave before I destroy you. For good."

Poppy reached out to push Bea's crown on her head but not hard enough for it to fall. Bea's hand shot up to the accessory and fixed it back to place. Still touching it, she glanced back at me, eyes full of wrath and determination. I gave her a small nod of encouragement. She took a deep breath and faced Poppy again. In that moment, I knew what I had to do; text Veronica ASAP.

I knew shit was gonna hit the fan and Bea was gonna obliterate Poppy to another dimension. When that happens, Poppy should definitely get her own live audience. It was the only way to stop Poppy. She likes the attention anyway, so I'm sure she wouldn't mind.

I shot Veronica a quick text, telling her that some shit was going down in the ladies' room and that she might want to stream this for her fans. She responded in no time, no doubt that she was already on her phone instead of listening to whatever speech whoever was giving.

"Listen," Bea started in a calm voice though I knew she was anything but calm. "Ever since I stepped foot on campus, you've made it your life's mission too make my life a living hell because I decided that I wasn't gonna take shit from you. And you got threatened, didn't you, Poppy? That some newbie didn't bow down to you like everyone else did."

Poppy scoffed. "That's the most ridiculous bullshit I've ever-"

"I didn't say was done," Bea said in a low voice that must have taken Poppy aback.

"Excuse me?"

"Just shut up and listen, you’ve had your chance to speak."

Poppy's eyes shot wide open and she looked positively scandalised. I don't think anyone has ever told her to shut up before and boy, was I having the best time. I had to stifle my giggle behind a hand.

"I know your type. I've had to deal with girls like you too many darn times and y'know what? I'm tired of putting up with y'all's crap!"

I know I should be angry at Poppy with Bea, and I sure as hell was, but I couldn't help but let out a small smirk at angry Bea. Don't get me wrong, she was definitely terrifying when she was mad, but being significantly shorter than me, it was like witnessing an angry chihuahua barking. And I discovered a few months back that when she was really mad, her midwestern accent tended to be more prominent. It's really cute if you weren't the receiving end of the yelling at 'cuz trust me, you do not want to mess with mad Bea. And since I wasn't the poor victim, I found her accent absolutely adorable. The little twang in the way she pronounced some words made my heart happy. I snorted. Who knew I'd find a country twang endearing.

"I think we could've been friends if ya weren't such a bitch all the fuckin’ time!" Bea continued. "But you are! Jeez! And I don't see what you've accomplished with that. Ya ain't got friends, just people who are scared of ya. Or should I say were, since most of them are just tired of ya dumb antics by now."

Poppy was so red in the face, I was sure I'd see steam coming out from her ears if she went any redder.

Just then, Veronica entered with Chloe and a few other girls I recognised from the Zetas. I didn't actually mean a live live audience when but since it's here, why the hell not? It definitely makes things more interesting.

Veronica, ever-ready with her phone, raised it up to get a good angle of the face-off. Bea was still shouting at Poppy and I think they were both too busy to notice.

"Hey, Veronicats!" she greeted. "Here we have Poppy Min-Sinclair and Bea Hughes at each other throats about that award thing and by the looks of it, Hughes is winning." V looked at them and back at her camera. "Between you and me, Veronicats, Bea definitely deserved the title more." She glance at Chloe and a caught a small smile playing at her lips. "After my gorgeous girlfriend, of course." At the mention of her, Chloe, who was watching the spitfire intently, rushed to Veronica's side and smiled at the camera, giving the audience a wave.

I turned my attention back to Bea to see her waving her arms around aggressively to emphasise her points. "Not only am I tired of ya treatin’ everyone around ya like stinkin' pile of manure, you also dared mess with my Zoey?"

My ears perked up. I'm her Zoey, huh? Definitely liked the sound of that.

"It's one thing to fuck with me but then ya went ahead and did it to the sweetest, most caring woman on campus who darn well didn't deserve it! You should be so ashamed of yourself, you're nothin’ but a spoiled rich girl who throws a hissy fit and gets her panties in a bunch every time somethin’ don't go her way! Ya ain’t Queen B, you're Queen Bitch!"

God, listening to Bea take Satan down with that midwestern twang of hers brought me joy like no other. If I could listen to it on replay all day, I honestly would.

I could see Poppy's mouth gaping like a fish but before any words could come out, Bea interrupted.

"And if you're gonna say something, Poppy, think before ya speak, 'cuz look around."

Poppy's eyes darted around and widened. It was only then that she realised that I wasn't the only third party listening.

Poppy tried to quickly composed herself and threw her shoulders back. "This means nothing, Farmsville! I'm Poppy Min-Sinclair! I can do whatever the hell I want."

I shot Bea a look and she looked back at me. We both knew what the other was thinking. Poppy was no Sinclair.

"Sure," Bea drew out. "You're a Min-Sinclair."

The demon squinted. "What are you implying, Hughes."

"Dontcha know I know? Do ya really want me to say it? Here?" she challenged and I noticed Poppy's jaw clench. "Since I'm so nice, I won't say it. But you've got to hand over the award to Chloe St. James."

"Me?" Chloe squeaked as Poppy gritted, "Her?" Poppy's grasp on the trophy tightened.

I let out a laugh, not bothering to hide it anymore. Making Poppy hand over her precious award to her ex-best friend was the perfect revenge. My little evil genius. All in the name of justice, of course. Definitely not to see Poppy suffer or anything.

"Yes, her."

I swore I saw Poppy's eye twitch. I could tell what was gonna happen next. Poppy lurched for Bea and I immediately stepped in between them to catch her before she could attack. Bea took a step back as Poppy tried to reach her arms out to grab her.

"Okayyy, psycho, calm down," I said irritably as my clutch on her tightened.

"Bitch, ya think you could win in a fist fight with me?" Bea asked in disbelief. "I've been wranglin’ and wrestlin’ pigs my entire life!"

"Are you calling me a pig?!"

"You said it, but fuck it, you damn well do act like one!" Bea laughed which only caused Poppy to become more enraged.

"Babe," I called out to Bea. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself but a little help here?"

"Right, right."

She moved to grab her arms behind her and whispered into her ear. "Play nice and behave yourself, unless ya want me to expose ya daddy issues."

Poppy looked around to see the Zetas whispering among themselves. She huffed but stopped struggling so we started to loosen our grips on her. In typical Poppy fashion, she shrugged us off and dusted herself off. She stomped towards Chloe who looked like she was gonna cower. Veronica stood by her, watching Poppy's every move cautiously, ready to defend her girlfriend if necessary.

"Here's the stupid award." Poppy shoved the trophy into Chole's arm and stormed out the door. Everyone looked after her and then at each other, stunned.

I sidled up to Bea's side and rested my elbow on her shoulder. My own personal arm rest. She always rolled her eyes when I did it but I knew she secretly loved it.

Everybody still looked perplexed so I decided to take matter into my own hands.

"The one and only Bea Hughes, everyone!" I exclaimed and gestures towards my girl.

The Zeta's gaze finally landed on Bea and they erupted into cheers.

"Someone finally did it!"

"God, I've been waiting for forever to see that bitch get taken down."

"Poppy can kiss her crown goodbye."

"That's my babe!" I joined in.

Bea and I giggled and she pulled me down into a tender kiss. My arms wrapped around her waist instinctively to pull her closer. Her hands made their way to the back of my head and neck. Kissing the girl of my dreams after the villain has been defeated while a bunch of people clapped and cheered us on? Definitely movie-worthy. Except for one small thing...

I broke the kiss but let my forehead rest against hers. "A little ridiculous this went down in a washroom," I breath against her lips.

Bea let out a beautiful, genuine laugh and took my hand. "Let's get out of here."

She led me past the crowd and through the door. We made it back to the event hall when we saw an entire commotion happening. Chaos was unfolding at the centre of it was none other than Ms. Poppy Min-Sinclair.

We didn't stay long to find out what exactly was happening though. As soon as we saw what was happening, we heard a voice shout out.

"Bea!" Professor Kingsley rushes towards her when she saw her.

"Anddd that's our cue to leave," Bea said and tugged on my arm.

"Bea! Wait!"

But it was too late, we were already running out of the hall, hand-in-hand and giggling like we were preschoolers playing a game of catch.

We didn't stop running until we were halfway across the courtyard. We let go of each other and Bea doubled over while I fanned myself, trying to catch our breaths and slow down our heart rates.

"As fun as that was," I panted. "Let's never do that again."

Bea laughs breathlessly. "God, I feel so alive!"

"I bet knocking Poppy down a few notches helped too, huh?"

"Oh, for sure! It was exhilarating."

"Let me help make you feel even more alive," I murmured and pulled her to me by the waist.

Our lips crashed and I my heart started beating like crazy all over again. "I love you, Bea Hughes."

"I love you too, Zoey Wade."

This wasn't the first time she said it but it still had the same effect it had when she first did. Forget butterflies, there was an entire zoo in my stomach. My heart leapt in joy at the words and all I wanted to do was kiss her like my life depended on it.

And so I did.

I dipped her backwards and I heard her gasp in my mouth at the sudden movement but my lips never parted from hers. With her front pressed against mine, it felt like my whole body was set on fire. I burnt so bright the stars in the sky couldn't even begin to compare and the gorgeous woman in my arms was the one to thank for that. She was the fuel to my fire and for as long as she was with me, my light would never be dimmed.

I pulled her up from the dip, never breaking the kiss. Nothing could have stopped my from kissing her all night. Well, nothing except a loud growl that came from someone's stomach.

We both laughed into the kiss and Bea asked, "Was that you or me?"

"Maybe it was both of us."

"At the same time?"

"We're just that in sync, babe."

She giggled. "I think it's time we grab some food. We hadn't had anything to eat all night."

"I mean, I had those amazing mini quiches."

Bea rolled her eyes but she smiled. "Okay, I haven't eaten anything all night."

"Aww, poor baby," I teased and gathered her into my arms.

"This is the part where you offer to get me food, by the way."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "So demanding."

She just stared at me expectantly.

"Fine, fine, what would you like to have, gorgeous?"

"Mm, let's go to the nearest fast food joint."

I scrunched my nose at her. "You want to go to a fast food place? In this?" I pointed to our outfits.

"Why not?" she laughed.

"Let's make a compromise, we do drive-thru instead. 'Cuz there's no way I'm risking my Jimmy Choo's on those greasy floors. I might step on a soggy fry or something!"

She threw her head back laughing and the sound warmed my heart. "Deal." She leaned up to kiss my cheek. "Never change, Zo."

I was ready to move when Bea grabbed onto my arm to stop me.

"Babe, hold on!"

"What is it?"

She turned to face me and took off her crown. "I know you think I'm the actual queen of Belvoire, but you're my queen." She stood up on her tip toes despite already having high heels on and stretched her arms up, carrying the crown. I bent down a little to help her out and placed my hands on her hips to stabilise her. She placed the crown on my head and moved back to admire it. "It fits you perfectly!" She gave me the cutest grin.

I felt myself blush slightly under her gaze and leaned down to give her a peck. "Thank you, sweetheart. But we already knew we are both queens."

She chuckled. "Of course, but now with Poppy out of the way, it's time we rule together." She took my hand and gave it a kiss. "C'mon, my queen, our chariot awaits."

I didn't know what the world or Belvoire would throw at us next but all I knew was that with Bea by my side, we were unstoppable.

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