𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑹 𝑰 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑹
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐈 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘
The worst part about all of this, though, wasn't the love, or the fact that it was Daisy, the person I was supposed to hate, no. It was the fact that even...
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• DAISY BARDOT'S POV • • 12 MONTHS BEFORE •
"WHY THE hell would you invite them?" Annabelle shrills, over-exaggerating her actions. I couldn't help but let a fumbling laughter leave past my lips as I bust open the plastic wrapping that held together the red solo cups Annabelle had recently bought for my soon to be booming birthday party, as Annabelle would put it.
"Because right now I'm on serious thin ice with my parents. Plus, anything I do that involves Conrad and I being civil makes Susannah happy. I don't want to disappoint her by totally isolating myself from him." I explain, shrugging my shoulders. Annabelle stared at me in displeasure, shaking her head before beginning to place the large liquor glasses in an orderly fashion.
"Okay, I guess I understand that. I mean, Susannah is my queen and I totally love her, and Conrad's okay but seems like he could be one of the Ghostface guys in the Scream movies." She does a motion to her face, causing me to chuckle at her odd reference.
"He's not bad."
"Oh, he's not bad? Are you going to become best friends with him and then like, have this secret work affair that leads to a dramatic break up and ruin your entire summer?" Annabelle teases, poking at my bare ribcage. "Because if so, don't forget the pact! Jaxon will literally murder you if you break it. Just because Tanner is too pussy whipped to go through with it, doesn't mean it's nonexistent!" She raises her voice, pointing accusingly at me. I lift my hands up in defense, surrendering.
"Conrad Fisher and I are not going to have a secret work affair. This is only for our parents — that's it. I don't want anything more than a civil relationship. I don't even want to consider him a friend, because he isn't. He's a co-worker." I was quick to shut down Annabelle and her accusations.
"Okay... So, what does him and you being civil have to do with inviting him and Aubrey tonight?"
"My parents asked me to invite him, so I did. Now he can see I'm not all that bad and will put down his stupid, aggressive wall he has up around me."
"But you are all that bad, Dais." Annabelle raises her eyebrows, somewhat humbling me. "I love you, girl, and I'm on my hands and knees, bowing down to you. But some of the things you've done, Dais, aren't exactly naming you an angel."
I couldn't help but feel a sudden pain from her words. My own best friend thought I was a disgrace. Hearing something you already knew about yourself coming from a person you considered a sister, hurt way more than feeling it inside of yourself. "Oh," I mutter, speechless. "I've been thinking of trying to fix my mistakes."
"I know, Dais." Annabelle had watched my many failed attempts at clearing my name. Her saying this just fuelled the lie I was most likely making. I was such a petty person and honestly, too far gone. What if I have forever damaged my life? What if I've been scarred by the actions I've taken and will never be rid of them? This was the moment my stomach began to hurt, an exhilarating guilt boiling in me that made me want to run far away and never look back.
