This is not a love story.
It's about a girl, who no longer wants to shine in the spotlight.
A girl who no longer wants to be the villain.
A girl who no longer wants her husband.
A girl who finally took off her blindfold, and embrace her second chan...
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"You've been staring at me the whole period," Shelbie said. She packed her books inside her bag.
I tilt my head, "Do you like plumbers?"
Shelbie laughs, "Where is that coming from?"
"Just wondering."
Shelbie shrugs, "I don't know. Probably not."
"Probably not?" I'm not certain why I asked that. Most likely, I'm curious.
"I mean, plumbers are...dirty. Plus, I've seen the plumber that came to my house," she shudders.
"Hm," I replied, collecting all my stuff.
"What about you?" Shelbie threw her backpack over her shoulder.
I did the same, "What about me?"
"After you-know-who left." Everyone knows I don't like talking about Luke, so they avoid bringing him up. "You've been hanging out with your brother's nerdy friends. What are their names? Key? Pen?"
"You almost got one of them. It's Eli and Ben." I made my way to my locker.
She follows me, "Close enough." We dodged other students in the hallway, "But seriously, I heard something is going on between you and one of them. Is it true?" I should've known better. Gossips never cease when you're one of the people in the spotlight.
I smile, "What do you think?"
"I think you're dodging my question." She's sharp. I give her that much.
"So what if I'm interested in one of my brother's friends?" I question, making a turn. Five minutes is not enough to collect my things and head to my next class. "Does it change anything?"
"Of course, it does." She leans against the aisle of lockers as I twist in my code. "You're Ava Makee. You can't exactly date a nerd."
I open my locker, "Says who?" I unzip my backpack and put my book inside. "I'm Ava Makee. I'm me. I believe I can date whomever I pleased. Other people should mind their own business if they think otherwise." I shut the locker and turned towards her, "Don't you think so?"
Steadily, her lips curve into a smile, "With what you just said, does what I think matter?"
"Well, not really." I lean against the locker, "But, I'm curious about whether you're with or against me."
Shelbie chuckles, her fingers dig into the books. She's feeling pressured. "Of...Of course I'm with you. With how you put things, who would go against you?" She's still too young. Similar to everyone in this school, she's too easily persuaded.
I smile, "I'm glad you can see things my way." When I said that, I felt a bit of my past self resurfacing.
After a few more words of exchange, Shelbie went to her class. Shelbie is a nice girl, but she's too easily influenced by others. Hopefully, she won't get pressured into slipping Winnie's life.
