Girls always talked shit. Always. It's how they were built. Thats why it never shocked Belle when people talked about her. Girls across the room where talking about her, she could tell from the way they kept glancing at her. Guys didn't talk about her. Belle stood and walked out of the club that had superstars and divas spread around the establishment. Brushing her hair out of her face she walked from the booth and to the bar itself. Belle waited for the bartender sighing.