Heliophilia
(n.) desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight
To be loved is to be changed.
Arabella Dawson
Has never had anybody constant in her life. From parents always being away at work to one shitty friend, she doesn't know how to exist when...
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Alharaca (n.) an extraordinary or violent emotional reaction to a small issue
Sixteen ♡︎♡︎♡︎ Arabella
Now that I've slept on it I've decided I am mad about it.
Me, myself and I have collectively decided that Flint flirting with Sierra is not fine.
Not fine at all.
Because one, he's supposed to be my friend. And two, they didn't just flirt.
Sierras been telling everyone they fucked.
Apparently when I left the canteen they both found themselves in the janitors closet. Where he fucked her. Leaving when the fire alarm went off.
I'm not inclined to believe the rumours. Sierras always been one to exaggerate things. And Flints never even been seen with a girl before. Besides me. He's never even so much as looked in one's direction.
But I have doubts.
He's talking to me right. And we're friends. Which has never happened before so maybe he's decided thats what he wants to do now. He wants to fuck girls and leave them.
And it would explain why they all started smirking as soon as Sierras name was called.
Stopping at my locker I ignore the boy leaning next to it.
He holds his tie out to me. I don't take it.
"Hi." He tilts his head. Frowns when I don't answer.
I'm trying to decide whether bashing my head in with my locker door would be a good idea.
Flint pocks my side. Tries to get my attention which I keep firmly placed on the inside of my locker as I gather the books I need for the day.
"Bells?"
Once I have what I need I begin to walk away. Flint follows after me, grabbing at my wrist to stop me. "Arabella."
Keeping my eyes on the floor, I shift a little when I realise I'm stood on the cracks. "I've got to get to class."
Flint frowns, crouches until we're at eye level. Grabbing my face in his hands so I'm forced to make eye contact. "Not fine?"
Pushing out of his hold I begin walking away again. "I've got to get to maths." I slip into the class room before he's able to grab me.
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It's break now and I know avoiding Flint is going to be impossible.
