𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐁 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐱 𝐎𝐂
❝ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑢𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 ❞
Sabrina Swan was a work of art, a beautifully catastrophic mess of delicate colours and harsh brush strokes. She was the girl that could see the future and ye...
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"Hey, Sabrina!" Jessica called out to the girl that stood in line in the cafeteria, beckoning to Sabrina with a bright smile, "Come sit with us!"
Sabrina smiled and skipped over to Jessica's table, plopping down in the empty seat next to her friend.
"Hi," she greeted everyone cheerily.
Sabrina could tell by the looks on their faces that Jess hadn't exactly spoken to her friends first about letting her sit with them but luckily Angela, who was incredibly sweet, didn't seem to mind.
"Hey, Sabrina," she'd welcomed with a smile.
"Hah, cool sweater," the boy sitting next to her with the emo bang — whose name was Eric, Sabrina believed — commented with a laugh.
Sabrina grinned proudly. Esme had made it for her as a birthday present a year ago. It was a black knitted sweater with a large white swan on the front that held a knife in its mouth with a caption that read: peace was never an option. Alice hated it but Sabrina had found it very amusing and, since Alice wasn't there to tell her that she couldn't wear it, Sabrina would happily wear it out in public.
"Thanks. Someone actually made it for me," she replied.
"On purpose?" Jessica asked, eyeing her sweater with the same distaste for it that Alice used to possess.
Sabrina chuckled.
"Yes, on purpose," she said, "Although you're not the first one to hate it."
"Well, I think it's cute," Angela stated.
Jessica rolled her eyes.
"It is kinda weird," Mike chimed in, probably trying to gain favour with Jess.
Sabrina's smile simply widened.
"Well, I don't know if you guys have noticed, but weird is kinda my specialty," she responded with a wink in the boy's direction.
The boy nodded. Fair enough.
"That's true," he admitted.
"Hey," Eric piped up, leaning forward on his elbows and looking around to see if anyone was listening as though there was some big secret he was about to share, "Is it true that you're the one that cheesed the boys' locker room?"
"I don't know. Could be," she answered simply, digging into her cold cafeteria pizza slice and sharing a side glance with Jessica.
Eric groaned, throwing his hands in the air and sinking back into his chair.
