What's a Heart to a Soul

1.7 OMG FFF's

I scribbled down notes at top speed as my teacher droned on and on about something involving quadratics.

Considering that this is a performing arts school there surely is a lot of fucking math involved.

The bell rang out like a call from the heavens above and dismissed us from the torture. I started packing away my stuff, a familiar blue notebook catching my eye. Some girl accidentally hit my shoulder and I grumbled before zipping up my bag and heading to my locker. As I walked I pulled my phone from the pocket of my skinny jeans and smiled upon seeing her name.

Dev: Have they corrupted you with their preppy prep school ways yet?

Me: I'm incorruptible.

Dev: In-correct.

Me: WDYM?!

Dev: I corrupted you 😉

Me: I don't think this is how friends speak to one another, besides you BARELY even had the chance.

Dev: I'd like the chance.

A shiver ran through me and a tension built in my stomach as I pressed my thighs together and leaned against my locker.

Me: Again, not a very friendly thing to say.

Dev: We might be "friends" but we both know we will never be JUST friends.

Me: So what are we, fuck buddies?

I panicked as I reread what I had sent and locked my phone. My face was surely as white as a ghost and I was now withholding all the air in my lungs. My phone buzzed and I could feel my heart ricocheting off my ribs as I scrambled to unlock it.

Dev: We'd have to fuck first.

A second later a second text came through and I finally exhaled through my gritted teeth.

Dev: Which I'd love to arrange but for now I'd say we're more so flirt friends.

Me: Flirt Friends Forever? FFF's?

Dev: Plz never say that again.

Me: We're FFF's OMG!! Totally changing your contact.

FFF: Don't you dare!

Me: Too late 😉

I laughed to myself as I was swallowed up by the swirling scenery around me. The hallway faded out and was replaced with a cafeteria decorated to the nines with instruments, signed posters, and a number of compositions unreadable from where we sat. Annabelle was across from me and was deep into a conversation with a curly haired boy next to her.

They laughed and then she turned to me "Do you have a special someone back home Blake?"

I gave her a look and and then shrugged uninterestedly before taking another greasy bite of my pizza.

She rolled her eyes, "Blake come on I feel like I know nothing about you."

"That's because I choose to not tell you, Annabelle." I stated causing the curly haired dude to chuckle at her expense.

She glared at him and then at me, her brown eyes darkening by the second "I told you to call me Anna."

"I know." I stated with a shrug before taking another bite of my cardboard.

She picked up her tray and stood to leave "Are you always this much of a bitch?"

I have been known to be a bit of a bitch I suppose.