**Please don't guess what happens. >.< it's pretty annoying Lol.**
"You what?!" I asked quite spontaneously.
Drea shuddered. "He wasn't even looking at me." She rolled her eyes.
"So you thought that that was your cue? Drea does he even know?!" I somewhat shouted.
"Probably would've found out by now." She shrugged.
"One should not be so insensitive at least once in one's life!" I ran both hands through my hair.
That's a lot of "ones" yeh know. My conscience commented.
She shot me a glare. "It's what he made me do! He treated me like a wallflower!"
"Oh Drea you know you're anything but!"
"Yeah but what? I knew almost no one over there! It was just him, and he wouldn't stop showing me off!"
"What the-"
"It doesn't flatter me when people use me for my looks only. I mean I'm happy I'm beautiful, talented and quite charming," she bragged, "But I don't seem to muster up the reason behind showing me off. It's like I'm a car or a thing that's short in the market."
This bish is too full of herself ugh. Conscience said. She isn't wrong though. Heart said. Brain rolled his eyes.
I cleared my throat. "Metaphorically, that's you exactly." I said quite truthfully.
She gave me a look. "Literally, you're useless." She rolled her eyes.
Ugh how does she do this?! How dare she?! Conscience shouted.
"That's not very polite of you." I folded my arms.
"I don't do polite."
"Trust me, I know."
"You're quite thankless if you really think so."
You both can't be more bipolar.. Tsk tsk. Heart said.
"Oh Drea don't go counting the things you've done for me because honestly, it'll kill it."
"Kill what?"
"The little bit of my feeling of gratitude I have towards you."
What I say.. Heart shook its head. Brain and Conscience nodded.
"Get out of my room. Now." She sneered.
"Not until you tell me the real reason why you fled." I sneered back.
"Oh you don't want that."
"Try me."
"Fine."
I kept my sneer.
"I felt uncomfortable with him. It was like he was showing me off just to boost up my confidence that I never lacked. It scares me because I think he likes me way too much for us to be just friends and-"

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My Pizza Guy. (editing)
RomanceA 17 year old girl's life changes when one night her parents get late for dinner and she orders her little sister and herself some pizza. copyright © 2018