arlet is absolutely shitting herself right now. it's now monday, which is the first day her and matt have to act as a couple, and she is not ready for that. she's also not ready for people to be up her ass about it either.
since matt is basically known as the school player, most people wont find it weird that he "moved on" so quickly, but what they will find weird is that he moved onto arlet. somehow, everyone in their entire grade knows that they can't stand each other which is so odd because how does everyone know? i mean, it's not like they blatantly argue out in the open everyday.
oh. well, that's exactly what they do. whatever, she still finds it strange that so many people know her business like that.
now that that's gotten through her head, she's starting to regret agreeing to him. well, at least matt promised to get her chick-fil-a every friday. maybe that'll ease her stress?
nope.
she sighs, putting her highlighter stick down, and moving onto mascara. her mouth falls slightly agape as she focuses on her eyelashes, gliding the mascara wand along them.
as she finishes up her eyelashes, arlet realizes that her phone is going off. she puts the mascara wand back in its tube and sets it down. she looks at her phone, immediately rolling her eyes as she reads the contact name.
fuckfacecunt i'm outside delivered 2m ago
fuckface cunt hurry the fuck up delivered just now
arlet scoffs, matt is always rushing her to do something. she gets up from her vanity, grabbing her phone, and puts it in her pocket. she walks over to her bedroom door, grabbing her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder before walking out of the room.
she walks downstairs but stops once she gets into the living room. she glares at her dad in digust. he's sprawled on the couch with beer bottles surrounding him. arlet shakes her head and continues walking towards the front door.
