“He kissed you!? Ency that’s great!” Bethany squealed. I grinned back at her as we changed back into our regular clothes after class.
“I know! He’s a great kisser,” I smirked. Bethany rolled her eyes.
“Don’t make me jealous.” She teased. As I turned around to walk out, Rachel stood in my way. Again.
“Congrats Ency. You got the guy. Nice job.” Rachel whispered as tears swelled in her eyes. I rolled my eyes at her.
“Suck it up, Rach. You can’t get everything you want in life, so get used to it; this is just the start.” I told her. I saw a tear roll down her cheek and splash onto her folded arms. I collected my things and walked past her, Bethany scurrying behind.
Once I got out of the locker room I turned around to high five Bethany, but she just stood there with her hands at her sides.
“What?” I asked, lowering my arm.
“Do you see how heart broken she is? She’s crying, for God’s sake!” Bethany scolded. I narrowed my eyes.
“Do you- do you feel pity for her? After everything she’s said to us, you feel bad for her?” I questioned confusedly. Bethany shook her head.
“I do feel bad for her! Because I care about people’s feelings! She’s crying back there because of what you said to her!” Bethany told me.
“But she’s Rachel. She’s made me cry plenty of times, and the one time we get to her, you feel guilt!” I can’t believe her! Rachel has been nothing but mean to us our whole life! In third grade, she cussed at us and told us we were good-for-nothing, uh, witches, and that we should just go throw ourselves off the top of the monkey bars while we could. We were nine when she said that to us. Nine.
Other times, she’s cut my hair off during craft time, or threw my phone into the pool at the end of year pool party. Or made me sit on a strawberry during lunch in sixth grade so it made it look like I’d just started my… um, monthly gift. Can you believe her?
And after all of those things, Bethany feels bad for her.
“Well I’m sorry for being a good person,” Bethany snapped, then strode off down the hall.
Did we just fight? Over Rachel?
I really wanted to go apologize, but, I have nothing to apologize for. I just told Rachel she wasn’t going to get everything she wanted, so she cried. What I said was the truth and I won’t regret it.
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Yowch. Ency vs Rachel- what side will you choose?! Haaha okay well sorry for such a short chappy... but i think you'll survive another day haha welllll write ya later x
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Dreamer (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)
FanfictionEncy Smith doesn't exactly have the ideal life. One friend, bad grades, a certain Rachel Rocktip out to ruin her life... all she has to hold on to are her dreams. Dreams of flying high, running at super sonic speeds, but above all, singing. However...
