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Breathe, Ki, breathe.
Don't slam her into the wall don't slam her into the wall don't slam her into the wall don't slam her into the wall don't slam her into the wall don't slam her into the wall don't slam her into the wall don't slam her into the wall don't slam her into the wall don't slam her into the wall don't slam her into the wall don't slam her into the wall don't slam her into the wall don't slam her into the wall don't slam her into the wall don't slam her into the wall don't slam her into the wall don't slam her into the wall don't slam her into the wall.
My face is still, my hands balled in a fist. Jesus, hold down my arms. I'm edging to hit her.
He stands there, smiles awkwardly but still carrying on their conversation for whatever reason.
Our eyes lock.
Fuck, His eyes.
She glances over, Hunter glances over.
Not only does our eyes meet, but I can see the mischievous intention in them.
Hunter, total bitch. Of the same decent as me, also the same hairstyle as me. Didn't know I was liked that much to be copied. I've known her for a vast amount of time, not to my pleasure though. She went the same elementary as Alira and I. Though my best friend couldn't even care less about her, her entire existence still picked at me. For reasonable reasons.
At our old school, I would mind-my-fucking-business all the time, if not, I'll be trying to get a free snack or something. She though, seemingly always had the time to shit-talk me with her friends, while passing me, may I add. Almost as if she purposely wanted me to hear. Her glances at me were nothing that of friendly. For that while, I tried my best to not take them on.
But now, we're in the same fucking high school together. Someone shoot me please.
I peer away from my thoughts, cross my legs and just, well, try minding my business. I just can't help but stare.
Great.
Now she's feathering his forearms with her fingertips and throwing cheesy smiles at him.
I'm not that stupid to say only she can be blamed. I'm looking at him. And there's 0 awkwardness now. His arms motion around to give meaning to whatever they're talking about then clasps his neck with them. He looks up to the sky. His face breathes in the light of day. He's perfect.
He pats her shoulder.
As a gesture of dismissal.
He's an ass.
Oh god, now he's stroking towards me.
"Hey cuz." He notices my best friend, Alira, his cousin. She's too busy downing her fries to reply but she does it anyway. "Whath Zuh Fuckh?" She responds, immediately I smile because the food is in the way of her giving proper speech. I give her a side hug and she watches me like I've just come to murder the living shit of Ian Somerhalder out of her. "Okayyy babes, I'm sorry." I plead, she hates being disturbed while eating. Get her a laptop and watch The Vampire Diaries though? She's game.
