𝓒𝓗𝓞𝓘𝓒𝓔𝓢. (18+)

Prologue

              Naomi.                  

 "Still don't know my worth, still stressing perfection. Got you all in my mental got me looking too desperate- damn."

. . . . . .

I hate school. I might snap and just burn it all down.

Im especially angry today, And I cant help but grimace staring at my own ex. Mat. Whom was standing all gushy with Alyssa Trent. I'd only broken up with him a week ago and he already moved on! While my pillow is in a ever constant state of dark mascara marks and crusted up snot from me crying into it. Gross, I know, I'll wash it.

But, Who does Alyssa think she even is? even though from a rational sense I can't really be too upset, because Me and mat- my ex- are broken up. Broken up For an entire week long! That's the teen equivalent of divorcés. 

And as I'm oh-so obviously gawking at the couple, I walk right into someone. Making my heart rate spike all the way up. 

"Ah- god— sorry!" I mumble, backing up a few steps. Only to see it's just Tess. And she looks so upset, frowning so hard the corners of her lips basically touch the floor. She rushes in to hug me and I'm immediately suffocated by her bath-and-bodywork's cherry blossom perfume. 

"Aw Naomi..so I take it you've seen mat and..." she sighs quietly, backing up to hold me by my shoulders and give me her most pitying look.

"No doy. How couldn't I when they are literally infront of the lecture hall kissing up to each other?" I can't help but roll my eyes, but she ignores my sass and nods her head empathetically. 

"Yknow, I could always just..." Tess  moves her thumb across her throat in a quick manner, clicking her touch in her mouth and drawing her lips into a thin line. A sort of threat, I assume.

And as appeasing as that sounds I shake my head, I needed to be mature about this! I mean, I was eighteen now. Mat, still being seventeen, couldn't possibly fathom how to be respectful towards his ex- and quite frankly, the rest of the school population.

I mean, who really wants to see two people block the entrance to a classroom and make out shamelessly? Not me.

Plus. I wasn't upset. Why would I be? I'm Naomi fricking Arya!

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Thank you for reading this 

Im sweating buckets under the sheets right now writing this- but please hear my excuse out! It's so dark in my room and I'm too much of a prissy to remove the covers and turn on my LEDS. Pathetic, I know, now hush! 

This story will get interesting, I pinky swear! I just don't know how to start off books..

Today I got a fake valentine note, I got my hopes up just for them to be demolished. Sigh. Well. I don't know if it's actually fake, but it definitely is.

Sorry for grammar or writing mistakes.

Love you guys...