Red Strings 🧶 (A Rosénali Story)

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Rosé's POV:
"Hello baby..." said the voice.
I turned and saw a boy I didn't recognise.
"Do I know you?" I scoffed.
"No... but I want you..." He was clearly drunk and his hands traveled to my hips, slowly going down.
"Get away from me. Now." I snarled. But he insisted and held me closer.

"She said piss off."
Denali twirled the boy around and slapped him on his face... hard. The boy whimpered before running away, crying.
"You don't have to do that to get my attention. Also why are you here?" I snarled.

"For the record, I came as Lagoona's plus one. You're so full of yourself. I'm surprised you have friends, oh wait- where are they?" Denali replied.
I looked around for a moment and realised my friends weren't near. "That's what I thought."

She was about to walk away but I grabbed her wrist.
"Why did you help me?" I asked before letting her go.
"Because a drunk perv was hitting on you." She then walked away and held her wrist as if she was in pain.
Geez I was as strong as a broken twig. She couldn't be that fragile.

Denali's POV:
I guess my wrist hadn't fully healed. I took a towel and wrapped a few ice cubes with it. I placed it on my wrist and winced. It didn't bother me normally, but sometimes I would have sharp pains in my wrist.

"Y'know if your wrist hurts that much, you should go to a doctor."
I turned to face the mysterious person. No fucking way.

"Symone?"
"In the flesh." She took my wrist and placed an ice pack on it. "Keep it and try not to put too much pressure on your wrist." Symone attempted to walk away but I stopped her.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked confused.
"I am a cheerleader. Last year I fell from a human pyramid and I too broke my wrist. Couldn't cheer for 4 months." She smiled and walked away.

Wow... didn't expect that. I felt heat travel to my cheeks. I couldn't have liked Symone. She was a part of Rosé's gang and they all had it out for me. But... she was the opposite just then. Very sweet, kind, empathetic, beautiful. OH GOD-

I was doomed.

The next morning...

I couldn't stop thinking about Symone. We had talked in the past, but it was only when Rosé was around, so it was never what people call 'friendly talk'.

I reminisced last night. I turned and saw the ice pack she gave me was still on my bed side table. WHY WAS I FALLING FOR SOMEONE JUST BECAUSE THEY GAVE ME AN ICE PACK?!

Maybe I really was going psycho. How could I fall for Symone who yes was extremely fashionable, beautiful, gorgeous, smart, OH SHIT I DID IT AGAIN-

I ran to my bathroom and started to wash my face, practically drowning myself. Was this all just a bad dream?! Or... was I really falling for Symone?

Nah... just a crush.

I walked to school still wearing my pyjamas but I thought they were passable. An oversized lavender hoodie paired with black shorts.

I was about to collect my books from my locker, but I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Hey."
"Oh! It's you."