ɨֆռ'ȶ ֆɦɛ ʟօʋɛʟʏ (ʝօֆɛքɦ զʊɨռռ ʄǟռʄɨƈ)

꒒ꂑꋖꋖ꒒ꈼ ꂵꂑꌚꌚ ꋰꂑꋖꀯꍩ

Julica Vermont, The it girl. The dream girl. Everything anyone could want in a friend, a girlfriend. The perfect girl with the perfect life who was perfect at everything. Unfortunately, the one thing she was perfect at was being a decent human being.

Of course, I was repulsive as soon as I stepped out of this perfect image and decided to live my truth. I was a disgusting little homosexual to her. So, I had to keep the biggest secret that kept me up at night, made me live in misery, and made me cry for months until I finally broke and decided what was the worst she could do. I discovered the hard way she can do a lot.

"Hey girl", that bitch Julica said like she hadn't done what she did. Like she hadn't ruined my fucking life. Like it didn't take me years of therapy to not even fully get over it. I just came to terms with it. Like she didn't give me lasting trust Issu-"let's go Ardie," Sydney said. But I wanted to know what the fuck made her think she could 'hey girl' her way back into my life. "No, I'd like to see what the fuck made her think she could pull this shit". "It's not worth it, Ardie" "hmm well, she should think about that before she ruins someone's life".

 "Omg, I haven't seen you since secondary. How've you been." "How've I been, the real question is what the fuck made you think you could talk to me".

What, Oh my god, don't tell me you're still mad about the whole Sierra thing".

"I don't know. Do you still have your horns, you evil bitch" "hey, I'm so sorry about what happened, but it's like in the past, and I realize how cool you are now, so like, let's keep the past in the past you know", "No." 

"What? We were so clo-"what the fuck is wrong with you? What, do you think you come back into my life after ruining it because being gay is "trendy" now."

"No, not at al- "we can't be friends, we can't be cool, we can't make small talk. I'm not that sixteen-year-old that you can manipulate anymore, so stay the fuck away from me because I will sue you, and you don't want to get that kind of spot on your squeaky-clean record, Ok bitch."

She looked at me, astonished. "Ok", I said sternly, "Ok" she looked like she was about to cry and typically, that would make me feel horrible, but technically, she's Satan, and Satan doesn't have emotions. 

"Are you ok?" Kai said. "Never felt better" "hey let's go to the VIP section where she isn't, cause she's a tacky bitch", Sydney said.

"Hello, pretty ladies," said the man I assumed was the guard. He had big kind icy grey eyes, curly brown hair that was currently braided into corn rows, two lines cut out in his eyebrows, a little trimmed beard and moustache, a crazy good makeup look and gorgeous nails. He was also freakishly tall. There was a shit ton of neon green in his fit. I like him, I think we could be good friends in the near future.

His look