Me, Myself & I (Catnipz)

Cheerleader.

 "What's your problem?" Danielle's voice cut through. I ignored her and kept walking. "Why are you like this?" She grabbed my arm forcefully, making me turn to face her.

"Let go of me," I said, staring at her intensely.

"Why did you treat her like that?" She accused, still holding onto me.

"I didn't treat her badly, I just don't care to know her name or anything about her, especially if she's connected to you," I replied coldly. "I thought it was clear that I wouldn't meddle in your life."

"You didn't treat her badly?" she asked ironically, running a hand through her hair. "You know what..." Tears began to well up again. "I hope you actually stick to that and stay out of my life," her expression shifted as she spoke.

"You're being stupid, Danielle," my anger turned into rage. A tear rolled down my cheek, and by the change in her face, she must have noticed.

"Haerin, I'm..." she started, but I didn't give her a chance to finish. I turned around and ran towards where my car was parked.

Leaning against the door, I slid down to sit on the ground. I rested my arms on my knees and hid my face, trying to control my anger. "That's what I get," I said with lingering anger inside me, "for caring about other people."

"Are you okay?" I heard a voice I recognized. I lifted my gaze to see who it was. Quickly, I wiped my cheeks, erasing any trace of tears.

"Yes," I replied confidently.

"You don't seem okay," she extended her hand to help me up.

"I... I..." Perfect, Kang, nothing like stuttering like an idiot.

"Hey, don't say anything," she said seriously. "I'm not trying to 'socialize,' just asked if you were okay, and since you seem to be, I'll leave." With that, she turned away.

"But this girl is colder than ice," I thought as I watched Kim walk away.

I shook myself off since I was covered in dirt. I walked around my car and got in.

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Entering the house, I felt awful. I tossed my keys on the living room table and dropped my bag on one of the armchairs.

"Danielle called," my mother's voice came from the living room. She seemed absorbed in her laptop. "She needs to talk to you; she seemed worried. Is everything alright?" she asked.

"No," I replied, feeling down.

"What happened?" She looked at me, seemingly interested in hearing me out.

"We argued about..." her phone rang, and she made a strange face, gesturing for me to wait as she answered the call.

She started talking quickly, about business and things I simply didn't understand. Any hope I had that she would listen to me vanished.

"Goodnight," I whispered to avoid distracting her. She just nodded. I returned to the living room, grabbed only my bag, and headed to my room.

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"I love you, ugly," I chuckled at Danielle's message.

Many would find our relationship 'strange,' but when you've known someone since you were two years old, the trust that forms is immense. Or at least, that's what I believed.

"I don't, I just like you," I replied, taking off my heels before collapsing onto the bed; I was getting sleepy. The phone vibrated again, but this time it wasn't a message.