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Your Friend: Sapnap

Word count: 511

Y/N had a bit of a toxic friend that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get rid of. She tried blocking her, she'd just make a new account and change her number. Said 'friend' was a pick me and would down talk Y/N to make herself look better. Her name was Faith, they'd known each other since elementary school. She had just so happened, which is what she said, to be in the same coffee shop as Y/N and insisted on sitting with her. Y/N was just trying to get some work done, she had come to this quiet coffee shop to try and work on her college homework. She had a scholarship to a fantastic university, which Faith made very clear that she was jealous of, and was already on her 3rd year.

"Bro, you're not even talking to me right now, you're so buried in that stupid laptop of yours!" Y/N glared at her over her screen.

"I'm working, like I came here to do. I didn't come with you, you're not my guest, it's not my job to entertain you, you sat yourself."

"You don't even deserve to be in that college, I should be in your place, I'm way prettier than you."

"Even if that were true, the scholarship had nothing to do with looks, rather that I was the captain of the soccer team."

"You saying I'm not prettier than you?!"

"I'm saying that beauty is subjective. What some people find ugly, other people find stunning. It depends on the person so no matter what, what you said is just your opinion, not fact."

"Ok, shut up smart ass, a fine ass man just walked in! Look you worm!" Y/N rolled her eyes for what felt like the thousandth time. She was getting a headache from how many times she's done it. She would be lying if she said the guy wasn't attractive. He had brown curly hair, stubble, bright blue eyes, and a nice smile. He was wearing a Balenciaga cap with a matching purple hoodie and black basketball shorts with white Nike shoes.

"He's wearing Balenciaga, that means he has money! Don't fuck this up for me!" 'You do that yourself' Y/N thought to herself. She could see in her peripheral vision that he occasionally looked at their table and Faith would be 'attempting' to flirt with him. Eventually he just walked over himself.

"Hey!" He smiled sweetly.

"Hi! I'm Faith its nice to meet you! Don't mind my ugly friend over hear, she won't bother us. You want my number? I have a pen?"

"Actually, I was saying hey to your friend." He corrected, turning to face Y/N who had looked up in shock. He took her hand and looked deep into her e/c eyes.

"Hi... I'm Nick."

"I-I'm-"

"Gorgeous?"

"Y/N, but thank you." She couldn't wipe the smile off her face, not even when Faith stormed out of the coffee shop in tears.

"Is this seat taken?"

"Not anymore."