Rosa Ramírez is a smart, responsible girl. She's fierce and strong and independent and... totally not in love with one of the biggest fuckboys of her school.
Except William might not be what he seems, or what she makes him out to be. After all, are...
"Honey, are you alright? You look like you're going through a quarter life crisis," asked Eskild as he put his soda can down on the table.
The table became a chorus of protests.
"Don't listen to him. You look like a normal teenager in high school," Sana rationalizes.
I hadn't really tried to look good today. I, deep in my soul, did not want to put effort into anything at the moment. I was drained. And honestly, even though a small part of me was ashamed, an even larger one could not give less of a fuck.
I usually put so much thought into my outfits, into my appearance. I liked fashion. I loved standing out. And yet... where had beauty ever taken me? All it did was get me in trouble. I just wanted to chill out for a day. It's not like I owed beauty to anyone. This is a school, after all; not a runway.
Of course, I still cared. It's not like I went to school in a ratty tourist shirt I had slept in. I just have a hood up my face. Truly, it's not even the clothes that are bad, as in any other situation they'd be really cute: it's my attitude.
I am totally aware of this and of the fact I don't have enough willpower to change it.
"Yeah, I mean, I guess that's just what happens when you hook up with William," Vilde explained, rather venomously.
"I didn't hook up with him," I snapped at her, regardless of how much I wanted to keep my cool.
Everyone looked at each other as Vilde and I stared at each other in a silent confrontation.
So many horrible things were running through my head about Vilde: she's so annoying so immature such a slut so stupid so naive so dumb so irritating so air headed so so so so so so.
God! This is my friend!
I took a deep breath. This is my friend, who I love and cherish. The girl who is very boy crazy and cares too much about everyone. I love her. She loves me. I slapped a guy for her. She would push a guy off a cliff for me. We were both hurt by the same guys. Sisters in the game of a player. Where was my understanding, my sympathy, my sisterhood?
"But, yeah, I guess this is what happens when you mess with a fuckboy," I exhaled.
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I take out things from my locker, Iben waiting for me in silence. All she said was that she understood me. I mean, Chris and William are best friends for a reason, aren't they?
"Chris, go away," she hissed. My body tensed.
I close my locker to see Chris coming towards us with his hands up in surrender.
