𝐻𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠

𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒

"𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑑"
𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐
"𝑙𝑎𝑧𝑦"
𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎
"𝑟𝑢𝑑𝑒"
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𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍.
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐.
𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎
𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎

꧁ ꧂

She was my everything.

But she broke me, she broke my trust, she broke my heart.

All for the acceptance of people who don't even care for her.

Not like how I cared.

I loved her....I love her.

But I'm sure she doesn't care, for her those are just empty meaningless words.

My thoughts were interrupted as a masculine voice called my name from across the parking lot, turning swiftly to see who it was...I saw him.

Miles Cohen.

The school basketball teams star player,the straight A student, oh and we can't forget...aubreys older brother.

Why was he calling my name as I entered this hell on earth.

Well I knew exactly why.

Was I going to reply? No.

Continuing my journey to room 1402 before I was scolded by mr.Johnson for being late.

He called my name again.

At this point the whole school was staring, great that's exactly what I needed right now.

Attention.

A hand wrapped around my forearm, I jumped a bit surprised by the suddden touch I turned my attention to the boy grabbing my arm.

Not him again.

Now why the hell does this boy think he can touch me. F^cking weirdo....

"Amaia" he spoke in a worried tone.

I ignored.

"Amaia amor" he demanded.

Now that caught my attention.

"What do you want Cohen?!" I snapped obviously aggravated by miles sudden need for my attention.

"Woah, calm down amor no need for all the hostility" for some reason he sounded...confused.

"Well Miles I know you're only talking to me because of last night and no offense but I don't need nor do I want your your pity Cohen"

"Well Amaia if you'd really like to know I'm only talking to you because I remember you"

well f^ck me that's just great.

"you were aubreys friend until..." his voice faded off towards the end for obvious reasons.

"YAY, that's just amazing, I'm so honored the Miles Cohen acknowledged little ol me" my voice was drowning in sarcasm as his little smirk quickly turned into a frown.

I spun on my heels quickly to walk away as he spoke

"What perfume do you use?"

perfume. Are you sh¡tting me?

"You've got to be kidding Cohen" I laughed while walking away

perfume? I DONT EVEN USE PERFUME.

•TIME SKIP•
finally last period.

Thinking back on on my earlier interaction confused I spoke to myself

"Why did he ask what perfume I use?" I whispered to myself

"Who"

I recognize that voice.

oh shit.

"Aubrey"

"Amaia"

"Why are you talking to me Aubrey?"

"Why were you talking to my brother?"

" actually he was talking to me and why do you even care?"

"Just stay away from him Adler"

"Don't have to tell me twice" it was true she didn't have to tell me twice, hell she didn't even have to tell me once I don't exactly enjoy the boys presence.

*dismissal bell*

"Hey amor"

What the hell, is this boy stalking me?
Let's take a nicer approach this time maybe he'll leave.

Sighing I finally spoke.

"Yes, Cohen?"

"What are you doing after school?"

I continued on route to my house the Cohen boy following close behind.

"Cleaning my room." I deadpanned.
I wasn't lying I did plan on cleaning my room though it usually ended up with me on the floor asleep and very little progress made.

"Wanna hang out?"

"No." Was my instant reply.

Not even realizing how much time had passed my house came into view.

As I approached the door Miles spoke again.

"Umm, Amaia?"

"Yes Cohen?"

"Why do act like you hate me?"

"Well, I don't act like I hate you Cohen, I do hate you." were the last word I said to him before entering my home, closing the door behind me and heading up to my room.

"AMAIA AMOR ADLER"

i stopped half way up the steps. Why is this women set on making my teenage life a living hell.

"Yes mother?" I spoke carefully watching my tone, controlling the growing annoyance in my voice.

why do the people I least want to talk to, want to talk to me today?

CREDITS: Quote by @contemporarypoet (TikTok) THE REST BY ME OFC

UPDATE 2: SO ITS ALMOST FRIDAY. schools been going pretty good.
NO SURPRISE STILL STUCK ON MY 7TH GRADE CRUSH.
OH AND SORRY ABOUT THE LATE POST<333