What's the meaning of life? Is it happiness? Is it love? Is it waking up and staring at the wall for five minutes? I don't know and I'm the worst person to ask.
-Sincerely, Lovely.
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𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗂𝗍𝗒 - 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟫𝟩𝟧
♥︎♥︎♥︎
Lovely Noel Cloude
"All I'm saying is that it doesn't matter whether or not you put your milk before your cereal." Nathan continues to argue with Camryn.
"My poor mentally challenged friend...it does because it's about proportions." Camryn fires back while taking a huge bite of his pizza. "It's easier to see when you pour the solid before the liquid."
"Whatever, Dakota you agree with me right?" Nathan looked at him hopefully.
"I'm with Cam on this one 'cause I mean that makes sense, you're also the same guy who likes pineapples and jalapeños on the same pizza." He added to the conversation.
"Ew," Jade commented while drawing on my iPad that I let her borrow, she was in full design mode now that she was caught up on schoolwork.
"I'm not understanding what you get out of that type of pizza combo except shitting?" Clover looked at him strangely.
"It's an acquired taste." Nathan frowned.
"Yeah, that's one way to put it." Jade mugged him before returning to the iPad. "Noel, can you help me with this color block and our logo?" She said frustrated. I held my hands out to take it from her including the pen.
"Can we have big posters with our faces on them for homecoming?" Noah asked.
"I would love that!" Nathan like the cocky man-boy he is agreed.
"I could get that approved if you guys win, but you're talking to the wrong person because we need the pictures first." Jade clarified and all eyes were now on me. It felt like some sort of texas shakedown as I stared at them and they started back at me before it started.
"Please Noel!" Erupted from their mouths in unison, Dakota looked at his fellow players with amusement dancing across his features. Then his stare flickered to me.
Tf is he looking at?
"Fine, just shut up." I grew tired of hearing my name and please repeatedly. They cheered in victory.
As you can these jocks have refused to separate themselves from us even despite our project being done, and the class now moving to two days a week instead of three, the only one I expected to be around a little longer is Dakota for our art project.
