in which an ordinary school's drama club turns out to be the entire school's ego. 'when we're on that stage, only you and me know that what we're doing isn't acting, we're sorting out our issues.'
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I step onto the school's front steps, waiting for my brother and his boyfriend to pass me. I let out a weary sigh, stamping a hand over my eyes and passing my hands down my face.
I don't know if I can do it. You know, seeing my ex-friend hanging out with other people like it's no problem. He's a germaphobe for god's sake! I can hear clamping of heels from behind me. I gulp, swallowing down that lump of uneasiness.
It's probably a teacher I should move-
"You're the guy who called out to Sakusa yesterday." I twist my neck in interest. Brown wavy hair, hooded hazel eyes, light freckles and a bouncy chest. One thing raced through my head,
"Aren't you the girl who was gripping onto my friend like a monkey?" I smirk. Not so fast, Atsumu; is what I would've told myself if I known what I was getting myself into.
"You should back off, man. I've been his best friend since first grade for a reason, and I won't let a scummy douche bag like you ruin it." She reacted, stomping away angrily with her heels.
Everyone knows the feeling they get when someone says something so random, so out of the blue to knock you down. My heart clenched like my fists, my eyes were wide open like someone who's seen a ghost.
The same voice that was knocking me down a second ago repeated itself from behind me again but in a higher pitch. My shoulders deflated like how my eyelids slowly hooded over my eye sockets. If I thought I was sad then, I wasn't ready for what my eyes were going to come across.
I turn around to retreat into the school and try to go on with my day but the shitty universe was like no.
I stopped again but this time it wasn't because someone called out to me.
It was because I saw my supposed best friend glaring over at me like I was an outcast whilst the wavy haired plastic excitedly spoke to him. Tears welled up in my eyes like there was no tomorrow. I was at the peak of sobbing and collapsing in front of school because my legs were shaking and I was going weak wasn't the best option I wanted to go with. So I ran up the stairs- well almost. It was tough, I was like a deer who got hit by a car who's trying to get back up and run away.
I know I looked foolish and stupid. Whenever I cry my lips fold in and my eyebrows arch into my eyes and I start squinting, I look like Velma trying to look for her glasses most of the time.
But who wouldn't cry when your best friend you've known since pre-k says they like you but then you both break apart and he starts hanging out with mean plastics and then that one thirsty one comes up to you and tells you to back off but you can't because you might like them?
