*Warning: Mature language and themes of abuse up ahead*
We're late to the meeting, obviously. But, we're not the heroes that come swooping into the rescue, no. We're the villains that ensured everyone left later than intended.
Finally spotting the table, occupied by the blonde duo, we quickly hasten our steps towards it, as discreetly as we can.
Our tactic fails however, as Brianna lifts her head from her phone, instantly spotting us. With a snarky grin, she slips her hand into Reed's, before lacing their fingers, inching closer to him.
Reed doesn't seem to mind the whole thing, as he's focused on scrolling through his own device, with his free hand, allowing Brianna the liberty to do as she pleases.
"Look at her. A stripper would have more class..." Olivia whispers, as we near their table.
I have to admit, Ollie does seem to make a compelling argument. t's hot, but not to the point where a mini, denim skirt and a tight, flimsy, crop top would suffice.
She must have carefully selected her attire for the occasion, disregarding the weather forecast, though I'm not a fashion savvy, so who am I to say?
Nevertheless, the way she touches Reed, without a care in the world, somehow manages to irritate me, even though I'm clearly aware that the whole thing is a farce.
Brianna then rises from her seat, before leaning over, her eyes never leaving ours, encompassing Reed's arm between her boobs, as she whispers something into his ear, making him hold back a laugh. She then shoots us an amused smile, before fixing her skirt and sitting back down.
"B*tch" Olivia mutters as we finally reach their table, loudly placing our stuff beneath it.
"Hey, you finally made it" Reed says, placing his phone, face down, onto the desk.
"Sorry, we had to make a little detour..."
"Hug?" Ollie asks and Reed chuckles, before getting up to swiftly embrace her.
He then glances over, with a tender smile. Slightly irritated, I look the other way, but not without a sheepish grin tucking my lips, as I sit on the chair adjacent to his.
"What are you supposed to be, a disease freak? I don't know if you aren't aware of the sun, freaking shining outside'' Brianna tells me, folding her arms, while chewing her gum.
"I'm sick, if you aren't blind enough to notice" I reply, pulling out a couple of things from my bag.
Reed and Ollie both hold back a laugh, as she pushes back a heap of hair over her shoulders, trying to prove a point that never manages to get across.
"Why are you even here then? You're only going to pollute the air with your foul presence and dark humor."
"If I had stayed home, who would have done the project? Surely not you, oh misses I'm bad at humanities and nerds like me should solve all her petty little problems, while daddy feeds her cake and polishes her nails at the same f*cking time" I reply, annoyed.
"B*tch, I bet you think you're all that, just because you know some gibberish about history, huh?" Brianna retorts, riling me even more.
"At least I don't pride myself on using cheap tricks to get what I f*cking want in life, you dumb pretentious brat!" I exclaim, looking her dead in the eyes.
If she wants a go, let her at it. I'm so pissed right now, I feel as if I could rip her skinny ass to shreds and pull out a couple of extensions while I'm at it. Who gives a f*ck if I'm sick.
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The Wish
FantasíaEighteen years old Freya has never gotten it easy in life; having to cope with her insufferable stepmother, who couldn't care less about her existence, to raising her optimistic sister, ignorant of the blights in the world, and being a prime target...
