Bette slammed her locker door, then realizing that she needed her pencil pouch, and spun the dial in a frustrated manner.

"So Porter where’s the girlfriend," Alice sang as she leaned against the old, metal lockers. Ever since her Homecoming date with Dana, the two of them spent hours of the phone. Alice was a little sad that Dana pulled away when she was leaning in for a goodnight kiss, saying that they were just friends. But she ended up calling and apologizing for denying the kiss and they never hung up til the early hours of Sunday morning.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Bette scolded, as she slammed the locker door once more. Dressed in her best pantsuit for the Speech and Debate Tournament after school, she decided to take out her anger on inanimate objects to not mess up her look. She trudged to L.A., her first period, without greeting the blonde.

Alice winced but trailed behind Bette, hoping that what she said didn’t spur Bette into the mood she was in. "Bette?"

"What?" Bette answered, taking her seat into the Ms. Peabody’s, Helena’s mom’s, class. It was surprising how different the mother and daughter were. One was a bitchy cheerleader captain and the other was a wise-cracking English teacher. She looked at the board and noticed that they were doing a journal today so she took out the required notebook, yanking it vigorously from her book bag.

Alice took a seat next to her even though her class was across Ms. Peabody’s. They still had ten minutes until class started. "What happened? You can tell me," Alice whispered, her voice softening at each syllable. She had never seen Bette so pissed off. The bags under her eyes and the unruly hair proved she had no sleep last night but that didn’t help explain the reason for Bette’s attitude this day.

 "I don’t want to talk about…" Bette explained while ruffling through her book bag. A certain blonde came into the room, silencing her and she immediately turned her attention back to her school supplies.

Alice followed Bette’s line of sight and glared at Tina Kennard. From how fast Bette turned to her "nerdy" things, it had to be Tina. Alice heard Bette sniffle behind her and knew what she had to do. She got up from her seat and approached the blonde, unfazed from the group of other cheerleaders behind the beautiful blonde. She looked like she got enough sleep and looked too happy which made Alice even more mad. "You better watch what you do cheerleader," Alice whispered in Tina’s ear before leaving the class.