Batya Abrams // [D5, cbd2]

"Omg, did you hear about how they found Lysander after her latest bender?" Batya whispers, but like not actually whispering at all, during study hall. She's got a little scrap of paper wedged between her knees with snippets she'd heard in the hallways and girls' bathroom. News about Victor Mae's failings didn't sell very well but everyone loved to judge privilege. It was just Batya's way of hooking her victim.

In this case, maybe more than a victor. She blinks dark lashes over her wide eyes at the popular upperclassmen. If she could make just one loyal friend who was a Junior or Senior maybe the girls in her grade wouldn't be so completely horrible. Nevermind that she'd whispered about all of their troubles plenty. But still, did that justify shutting her out of their birthday parties and social gatherings?

Batya sneaks a peak at her gossip list and clears her throat. "I also heard a certain someone wants to ask you to the next Formal... You gotta guess who it is though!" She giggles prettily and hopes the older girl falls right into her trap.