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"you're so fucking disgusting, lu." kaila huffed from the passenger seat as luara got into the car, her hair ruffled, lips bitten, with her skirt a little higher up her legs than before.
luara blew out a breath of air and pulled down the sun visor, running her fingers through her hair in the tiny mirror in hopes to fix it.
"he literally brought another girl here and you let him fuck you?" kaila raised her brows, "in the stands where he works?"
kaila scoffed as her friend pushed the sun visor back and started the car, driving off, "fucking gross. you have no self-respect."
luara rolled her eyes, "you're only saying that 'cause you have no sex life of your own after luiz."
kaila used to date a boy called luiz around the same time luara dated neymar, and she hadn't gotten over him since. she hadn't even tried to be with anyone else. luara could only think of how sex-deprived she was.
"at least i'm not the one that's not with my ex anymore, but i am, but i'm not, but i also am, but i'm generally not."
luara sighed, leaning back in her seat as she drove the car, "we're not together, and we never will be. he's just there whilst i find someone else."
"he treats you like shit. your relationship with him was shit, and it still is." kaila looked out of the window, watching the french buildings pass by as luara drove.
"i know, but–"
"but you love him, and he loves you."
luara glanced over at her best friend, "yes. do you have a problem with that?"
"lu, you're my best friend and i love you like a sister. you and him are not good for each other, and you never were." kaila laughed sarcastically, "yet, you're still in each other's lives, and you're still not over each other."
kaila looked over to luara, who frowned.
"you can't say otherwise, lu. you argue non-stop, you go without seeing each other for weeks, and when you finally do see each other, you're fucking here, there, and everywhere."
luara shook her head, turning a corner, "i'll find someone else at some point, kaila."
"you're not making an effort to do so." kaila rolled her eyes.
luara opened her mouth to respond, but kaila cut her off again, "don't fucking say angelo. you literally left him to go get fingered by neymar in the bathroom, then didn't bother going home, and stayed for another three days to fuck him, despite still arguing all the time."
"anyway," luara interrupted, "i didn't ask. let's go shop."
