Chaotic Good

by Whitney Gardner

“Is my girl cash not worth as much as your boy bucks?”

“Hell no, I won’t. Where are your ovaries? It’s just one neckbeard—be brave.”

“There is no way in high holy heck I’m going to—” Cooper looks at my phone, Why’s selfie still up on the screen. “Wait. This guy is going to be there?” “Yep.” “What should I wear?”

But why should a girl have to be present for someone to stand up for her?

You can make a Portal gun, but you don’t know about the magical elixir—nay, nectar of the gods—that is a dirty chai?”

And here I am, obsessing, cross-dressing, letting them into my head. I have work to do; I have people to impress; I have a boy to kiss; I don’t have time for second-guessing and their pathetic attempts to sabotage me. They don’t get to win. Ever.