Phone is still broken but fuck it, I have to update when i have so many planned.
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"Hey, Wendy!" Bebe's voice yells as she catches up to me.

"Hi Bebe. How is it going?" I ask.

She laughs.

"You are a fast fuck. Not like that, you just walk a lot quicker than I thought you did," Bebe says.

"You had practice yesterday, right? I'm not just pulling that out of my ass," I say.

"Yeah, pole dancing! So I don't know if it's for me but yeah," Bebe says

"But you like it! You always talk about how I should try," I say.

"I don't know if it's worth being beaten up for," Bebe says.

"If it makes you happy that should not be something you get hurt for," I say.

"But we could have a compromise. I stop and they do not hurt me anymore," Bebe says.

"That's not a good way to think, Bebe," I say.

She sighs.

"I just... I don't like it... at all. I mean, I don't think I need to but I just... fuck... it's annoying and terrible and i actually hate it. I do not want my social status to be a whore," Bebe says.

"I mean-," I start.

"I'm a fucking virgin! How the fuck can a virgin be a whore?" Bebe asks.

"Shut it. Bebe, no matter what happens, they'll find something to talk about. Those people are the hoes, not someone doing what they want," I say.

Nichole, very sneakily, join us.

"Kenny's been so nice to me about it but I think he just wants to get in my pants. I just- I don't want to be remembered as a whore!" Bebe says.

"Hey, assholes can call you whatever. It's the people that love you that have opinions that matter, not those who refuse to look at a whole person just to stamp a stereotype on," Nichole says.

Bebe hugs her. Hey, I was here too!

"I'm just- I don't know why they are being such assholes about it. I swear, Kyle is the only boy who is kind to me without a second motive," Bebe says.

"Fuck second motives," Nichole says.

"I mean. Stan? Token? Is actually nobody kind to you?" I ask.

"Lovely how you mention Stan as the first name there," Bebe says.

"Stan wouldn't...," I say.

"I would say that ignoring the problem is about as bad as being a part of it," Bebe says.

"Did he not defend you or something?" I ask.

"He-I swear- he is a fucking zombie. He showed me some sympathy, but no emotion was behind anything. He shut up from defending me for a stupid sentence about his mom caring more about him than money or something. I would fucking kick them all in the balls if Stan was in my situation, I guess he did do something after but that's an afterthought," Bebe says.

"I don't know if I can justify anything but he is hiding that he is, quite badly, depressed. He told me when we were dating that he didn't want anyone know for many reasons. Sure, doesn't justify defending you better but I could see that as an explanation for that," I say.

"Like depressed depressed?" Bebe asks.

"Also known as depression. Yes, very much so. You know Kyle and I accidentally almost left him hanging one time, if you are getting the hint here. He's going through a lot right now and yes I know that it doesn't matter but I think if he was mentally stable he would help you without any reason and would not just shut down. I swear on that," I say.

"Poor Stan," Nichole says.

"I didn't know. God now I feel like I'm a bad friend, blaming him in my head," Bebe says.

"Bebe, you are not a bad person. Depression doesn't justify anything, just, give him a softer blow, he is having too much on him right now. Don't be the teacher that yelled at me for having a panic attack in the bathroom," I say.

"I-I guess. I just mean- he does not seem depressed," Bebe says.

"That is the thing, unlike when you see blind people or something else  that you can physically see a person has or is struggling with something, not one person that has mental problems shows those problems. Nobody would guess you are bullied, nobody knows that I have anxiety," I say.

Nichole just awkwardly looks at her shoes, clearly thinking about something.

"Are you okay, girl?" Bebe asks.

Nichole nods.

"Just... well... I don't know if I can talk about it," Nichole says.

"What is 'it', Nic? You don't have to say until you are ready to but we are here for you," I say.

"Just some stupid family problems, it's nothing serious. Just... well... I don't know how to talk about it for now but someday I will say everything that has been happening lately. Just... wait on me. Okay? I'm not as quick to talk about something that personal with others as you two are," Nichole says.

"Yeah, we'll wait on you. Not everyone has to go around screaming about things," Bebe says.

"I'll just- fuck it. I don't know. I might be in need of moral support," Nichole says.

"Like I said, whenever you're ready, Beautiful," Bebe says.

"My mom is going to die soon," Nichole says.

"What?" Bebe asks.

"Cancer doesn't have mercy when it wasn't reported in time," Nichole says.

I just sigh before walking up to her and taking her into my arms.

"It's just the end of her suffering," I say.

"Oh shit. I'm an asshole! I'm so sorry, Wens," Nichole says.

"It's fine, I've learned to deal with it. Mom's dead. So what? I can't forever live in the past, especially because of a death of a parent. We all loose our mothers at some point. You and me are just... getting a head start," I say.

"How long was she in the hospital?" Bebe asks.

"Two to three weeks. Now she is so much worse her life expectancy is a month," I say.