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Feelings are hard

Prompt:
"Oh no."
"What is it? What happened? Who died?"
"I think I just felt an emotion."
"You have GOT to be kidding me."

Word count: 1189 (this is short, lol)
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"Lucy! You'll never guess what happened!"

"Olivia got dumped again and is crying, in the bathroom, about her ruined mascara."

"How do you always know!?"

I point at the empty seat to my right. "Olivia isn't in class, and neither are her followers."

"She could be doing anything else," my friend whines.

"That's where my second point comes in," I start. "I overheard Miss Olivia in the bathroom earlier."

"You could've started with that–"

"Where the fun in that, Juju? Your skirt's lifting, by the way."

"Don't change the subject–"

"You're wearing pink lace–mph."

Bubbling with annoyance and a pitiful amount of anger, she smacks me for saying it out loud. This is what I get for being a good friend.

Pain.

"Anything else I should be aware of?" I ask.

"Not like I would tell you, meanie!"

She plops in her seat beside mine and ignores me. I roll my eyes and scroll through my socials.

Oh, wow, he got over her quickly. And she's even more plastic than Olivia.

"You'd think he'd marry a blow-up doll at this point," I mutter.

"Hey, Julie!"

Not him.

"Antony!"

Too much energy.

I groan, watching the two rays of sunshine explode beside me. "Someone end me."

"Come on, Lucy. Lighten up."

I flick his hand off, glancing back at the boy. Antony Mellita: your typical good-looking teenage boy with decent popularity. Giggling beside him is Julie Mellita, his twin and the other half of the energetic duo; gossip queen and a chipmunk when she gets angry.

Somehow these socialites are friends with this social recluse. I'm still trying to understand how this happened.

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"Hi, I'm Julie!"

"And I'm Anthony! We're twins."

"That much is obvious, Thing 1 and Thing 2."

"I like you. What's your name?" Antony asks.

"Lucy: an introvert by trade. Please move away."

Antony grabbed my hand, shaking it fervently. "We're best friends now."

"What?"

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Go figures, that's how they roped me in.

"Hey, Lucy! You're spacing out again."

I come to, noting Antony in my personal space. "Uhm, do you mind?"