Girls have a way of messing with your head.
I don’t know if it’s on purpose or if they just can’t decide what they want, but they sure know how to make you question your own reality.
I saw this coming. I really did. And still, I let it happen.
I mean, I tried to stick to my plan. The one where I mind my business, focus on myself, and avoid any distractions until I get into college. The one where I don’t let anyone in until I’m confident enough, strong enough, whole enough to handle it.
But apparently, you don’t get to pick when—or with who. Haven't I already said that?
Ugh. Three months in, and I’m officially in trouble.
xxx: okay fineeee jenna IS MINE
xxx: You keep Yelena
xxx: Then we’ll have a double date
I stare at my screen. My stomach twists, but I force myself to shake it off and type back.
You: AGREED
You: But don’t you dare try to steal her from me
It's not even her that I want, if I dare to be honest...
xxx: I WOULDN’T especially if me and Jenna were to be a thing. I’M A LOYAL PERSON
xxx: However, I’d like to see you jelly
xxx: Anything to get what I want
I scoff, rolling onto my back and holding my phone above my face.
Oh, she already got what she wants.
I type quickly before I start thinking too hard.
You: You sound just like a villain
Maybe humor will make this feel less… frustrating. Less like I wish I could be Jenna Ortega right now.
She talks about her type all the time—freckles and brown eyes.
I don’t have freckles. Just some sun spots that don’t count. Brown eyes? Sure. But that only gets me halfway there.
Not that it matters. I knew where I stood from the beginning. I was never an option.
And yet, I keep testing the waters, just to see. Maybe she’ll catch on. Maybe she won’t. So far, she hasn’t.
I sigh, tossing my phone onto the bed. I shouldn’t be thinking about this.
And yet, here I am.
Of all the people I could’ve liked, did it really have to be someone who won’t even consider long distance? Who flirts just enough to make me wonder, but never enough to make me believe it?
This is what I get for breaking my own rules.
I rub my face, willing the thoughts away, when my phone vibrates again. Another Discord notification.
I groan, already bracing myself for another message about Jenna Ortega. Or worse—blonde-blue-eyes-goddess.
I grab my phone and glance at the screen.
Then stop.
I blink. Read it again.
No way.
xxx: PLOT TWIST
xxx: We go on the next date just us
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RomanceGirl has always dreamed of a life straight out of the romance books she spent nights wide awake reading. There's a small obstacle, though. Girl is afraid of relationships, and she's very determined not to fall in love. But, at some point in life...
