𝓝𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓷 𝓑𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓻
"Nice meeting you, Nolie. Let's do this again sometime" I hear her say.
Nice meeting me? She's met me before why is she acting like she hasn't. I'm about to quick fire questions at her but by the time I figure out how to form a sentence again she's already out the door.
Are you fucking kidding me? I mean I look different so there's a possibility she really doesn't remember me but I doubt it. Either that or she's a really good liar and that's not the Viviana I remember. She's changed her name, her hair colour, her style. Why?
I huff and make an effort not to acknowledge the certain something that perked up at the sound of the nickname she gave me. I bet it would sound just as goo-
GOD DAMMIT. Curse her and this world. Stupid woman, Stupid manhood. It's not the time.
As I beat myself internally for the thoughts that cross my mind, I adjust myself and make my way to the door where all my friends are situated. When I get there, I see Viviana smiling at something knowingly to herself and Jeremy blushing wildly.
I swear to god if- Shut up. Not happening. Not ever. I clear my throat to make myself known and direct my eyes down at my feet so I didn't have to lock eyes with her.
I hear talking and muttering but block them out as I internally talk to myself yet again.
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