The Pretty List ~ A Lams AU

✨9 ~ The Pretty List✨

OH DANG ITS ANOTHER FLASHBACK FILLER CHAPTER OHHHHH YEAHHHH I hate describing people

also it's kinda portraying a week through texts and some normal text

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"The Pretty List....?" I ask, frowning.

"Mmhhmm," He hums, nodding, "The Pretty List."

"Doesn't that seem a bit... uh..." I trail off, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly. I didn't want to say the wrong things and offend this guy.

"Completely fake and disgusting? Yeah, it is. But, it's the way the world works." He says simply. Oh, so he has the same feelings? Does everyone?

"Not exactly the world." I shift slightly in my seat, uncomfortable for some odd reason. I was almost regretting my decision to come here, I had absolutely no idea this is how America worked. It's so fake and gross, how did this happen? How does it work like this, has the world really gone that far down hill?

"No. Anyway, I feel like it's a good time to tell you that you've landed a ranking. You're number 52."

"52....?" I whisper. So, I'd made it on this arbitrary list, huh? How? I mean, I'm nothing much to look at. I'm not deserving of the place. Yet, it's not bad as well. 52... it's pretty decent. Huh.

"Who's number one?" I ask, curious to see how was at the top spot.

He hums and shuffles through his desk, producing a picture from somewhere and handing it to me.

On its shiny surface, was, in fact, actually the prettiest person I had ever seen. Smooth skin, with beautiful splattered freckles, and piercing green eyes, shining like diamonds. Curly brown hair tied up in a pony tail like mine, and soft, smooth lips. Oh my god, I can see why he's number 1. Oh dang. I gasp ever so slightly. Fuck wow, mkay, ok right. I am so gay.

"John Laurens," He states, leaning back in his chair, "been number one for 4 years."

Four years already. Must be hard to keep his place.

"Right..." I whisper.

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Dickhead 😍

5:21 am

Me: when r u coming back?

Dickhead 😍: idk

Dickhead 😍: u miss me that much?

Me: no

Me: it surprisingly quiet

Me: and since ur gone the cat likes me

Dickhead 😍: yeah, she loves me more than u

Me: stfu

Me: can u buy milk?

Dickhead 😍: no

Me: no, yes

Dickhead 😍: let me rephrase

Dickhead 😍: no❤️

Me: i rlly hate u

Dickhead 😍: aw ty b

Dickhead 😍: ilyt

I sigh and roll my eyes, placing my phone back on the bedside table.

I lied twice in that short conversation. I do miss him, but not him. I hate being alone, I don't know why. Anxiety maybe? But being alone spooks me. Especially when it's dark. Apparently John can only go out then or he gets mobbed. Or stabbed again.