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"Have a great lunch everyone!" the teacher called as we left the class.
It was Tuesday, and we were in school.
Timmy had left around 2 am yesterday, after watching movies with me and Bella, and Mom came home at 6 am.
Timmy and I were walking down the crowded hallway. He was on his phone, and I was just trying to stay awake.
Noises of all the other kids' chatter enveloped us and the hallway was packed and hot, making me feel overwhelmed.
It's way too early for this.
And if that wasn't enough, someone harshly shoved me out of their way, me almost falling.
Both Timmy and my head turned around and there stood Tara, looking at me with a look of disgust on her face.
Tara Strevel, a perfect body, perfectly straight and silky mousy brown hair with light brown streaks, perfect skin, perfect nose, pretty blue eyes, and the perfect smile.
She was perfect, and everyone loved her.
Everyone but me.
She and her friends made me feel insecure sometimes, looking so perfect it made me think if I looked perfect too, which I didn't. I never did.
Her makeup was always careful and precise, lipstick always on point, and her outfits were to die for. She was always looking perfect, no matter what she wore or she did, she always managed to look perfect.
She was the dream girl, both inside and out.
She had a bubbly and flirtatious personality, super fun and outgoing, and overall, perfect.
Looking at her always made me feel insecure, even if I felt confident before going to school.
Why couldn't I look like that?
Why couldn't I be like that?
Maybe because you're Xana Trishelle and she's Tara Strevel. Big difference.
I look at her exasperatedly.
"Hey, Timothée!" she said energetically.
"Hey," he replied blandly.
I snorted, and Tara glared at me.
"Wanna eat lunch together?" she asked, flipping her silky hair over her shoulder.
"Actually, I'm eating with Xana. Maybe next time?"
She nodded.
"Okay then, I'll see you later, Tara, bye!" Timmy said and quickly walked away from her, making sure I was with him.
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paper love - timothée chalamet
RomanceXana Trishelle and Timothée Chalamet have been friends forever. They know each other like the back of their hands. But what happens when too much drama starts to unfold and unknown things become known? What happens if they fall in love? ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆...
