i loved and i've lost
but that's not what i see
so look what i got
look what you taught me
and for that
i say
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[intro chapter]
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karen sighed, "he did it again."
the four girls in front of her sighed.
meghan, nabila, altea and margarette – they pretty much saved karen when she was just a newbie, roaming around the halls like a confused muppet.
"you've got to learn to stand up for yourself." meghan cracked her knuckles.
meghan mercer – the akis lesbian fuckgirl, goes for women of all shapes and sizes. still pretty respectful though, the type to high five her hook ups after the deed is done. she has incredibly strained relationship with her mother, she refuses to tell anybody why.
altea scoffed and slicked her short, black hair back. popping a bubble, she scowled. "you're a woman in a man's world. all they've ever look at is if you'll fight back when they've got their hands on you."
and there was altea nadine bautista – mega feminist, ambiguous fashion, unpredictable and leaderlike. one time, she gave herself a stick and poke tattoo during maths class (she was suspended shortly after for a while). could pull men if she wanted to (because men are easy, but she wouldn't tell them that because their egos are already big enough), but she goes for men and women.
backhugging altea, margarette looked up, "i mean, did you like it?"
everyone turned to look at her direction with a confused look on their faces.
"what?" margarette's eyes widened, "it is possible, you know."
the school's most renowned art major, margarette robles – her room is FULL of awards from past competitions, whether it be art or sport, she's basically the kid every asian parent WANTS to have. classic cottagecore queer you know?
altea and margarette are actually dating, but their coming together is way too complicated to fit into one book. but they were each other's firsts.
ahem coughs anyway.
nabila tutted and shook her head in disappointment. "men are gross. i miss the times when they just went to war and never came back." the girls nodded in agreement.
here we have the golden girl, nabila ahmed! the nicest and the humblest girl, such a rare thing to see. you would be lucky if she greeted you in the morning before class started. she grants favors, and they always come out according to plan. her family's loaded because her parents sell engagement rings to suspecting bachelors, so if you needed anything, all you needed was to whisper it into her ear.
karen took a sad bite out of her sandwich and slouched in her seat. "why does he want me anyway? there are so many other people who would beg to be in my position."
"jamison." meghan spoke up. "he would DEFINITELY love to be in your shoes."
"there's also his twin sister, maddelaine." margarette added. "pretty girl in class V, i believe."
altea turned around to face her girlfriend. "have you been looking at other women behind my back?"
"yes." margarette bluntly answered. "what? she's pretty, you can't blame me."
altea shrugged and chuckled, letting her stern image fade away. "yeah, i agree – it's like jesus touched her face himself." they both sighed heavily.
"karen, please don't tell me you're CONSIDERING going for the guy? you can do so much better." nabila checked her nails in case there was any chipping on them. "go kiss a girl or something."
meghan raised her hand up, "i volunteer-"
"meghan. i'm straight."
"oh."
