𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐲
❝persnickety. that sounds about right.❞
Nicole Murillo was the type of girl to fuss at everything. She would proclaim her life was over at the littlest inconvenience, she'd get angry at someone for breathing too loud, she'd ge...
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persnickety⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ | ! CHAPTER SIX !
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Witch. Technically, it wasn't even the word she used. She said Medium, implying other kinds of witches existed. The spiraling had yet to stop when day four of the processing cycle rolled around. Darlene had spent the better part of her week avoiding as much interaction with Nick as possible. Darting out of shared classrooms, eating lunch in the library, etc. You'd think they didn't even know each other. Darlene would be lying if she said she hadn't wished for it. Wished they'd never met. Wished she'd never found out. Wished it was all a lie.
But, there was no running from the truth. Especially when the truth put down a grown man with her mind. Now, she could've caved. She could've been the first to go running back in the agony of separation, begging to be friends again, but if Darlene could avoid anything, she would avoid looking desperate. So, she aimed for a less direct approach.
"Has she said anything about me? Like... does she miss me or—" Standing beside an irritatingly busy Jeremy, Darlene pulled at her thumbs in anxiousness.
"If you're so worried, ask her yourself." He advised calmly, packing a few books into his bag while handing Darlene her French textbook.
"Have you completely lost your mind?! If we become friends again, it has to happen because she can't live without me. Not the other way around." The girl gestured wildly to Nick's unoccupied locker door. She hadn't shown up that morning or the day before.
Jeremy hesitated, giving Darlene a disapproved look before turning back to his belongings. "That's in very poor taste."
"Wha— are you feeling okay? Where did this moral high ground come from? Is this the longest conversation we've ever had? Why are you letting me talk to you?" The duo began walking down the hall beside one another, Darlene still having her eyes screwed onto the boy's face.
"That's a good question." It was the last thing he uttered before walking away with a straight back and pep in his step. Darlene stood with a twitching eye, watching Jeremy walk away smugly.
