Three days.
It had been three days since the fallout with Gisela, and my whole world had been turned upside down.
Well, kind of. That might have been a little dramatic. She moved on just fine.
I was minding my own business, getting my books out of my locker. Then something hit my arm.
"Oops," Gisela said sarcastically. "Didn't see you there."
I rolled my eyes.
"Let's go, besties!" Gisela smiled. "It's not worth our time hanging out with her."
I balled my fists. I used to be Gisela's best friend. How could she replace me so easily?
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"I can't believe Ruy had the nerve to dump you," One of my fans told me. "I could heal your heart."
"I doubt that," I told him.
"I can prove it!"
"Go away."
"Fine." He–thankfully–retreated.
"Who's next?" I called into the crowd. I needed to find a guy besides Trix to think about. I knew that the longer I found myself semi-interested—if I could even say that—the longer it would be to reverse.
Horrifying scenes flashed through my head of watching Trix roll himself on wheelie shoes through the hallway, with me not being able to look away...
No. I quickly snapped myself out of the thought. I will find another guy to like. Once I'm done, Dorky Trix won't even be at the back of my mind. I liked that mindset.
"Me! Me!" One of the ogling guys launched himself to the front. "I'm tall, I'm awesome, I'm on the basketball team, and I have terrible grades! We are a match made in heaven!" [A/N: "Good, we are a match made in heaven, 우린 너무 잘 어울려 Mr. Vampire" (from Mr. Vampire by ITZY.)]
I thought for a second. "Nah."
The guy frowned. "Aw, man."
"I'm not taking any more options until tomorrow," I informed them. "See you later."
The crowd groaned, but I didn't wait for them to agree. My heels clacking against the glossy floor, I was out of there in a second.
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Umber In Level 8
FanfictionUmber is having the Level 8 she's always dreamed of- the perfect boyfriend, the perfect best friend, the perfect grades, and the perfect looks-but all that turns upside down when Trix wanders his way into her life. The potline is loosely based on sc...
