❝𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥❞
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"I'm here, because I couldn't stand it. You being so close," he pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, "yet so far. You're beautiful. You're pretty, smart and so attractive."
I hold my b...
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"Nikita?"
I wake up with another mild headache. I should stop drinking like an alcoholic idiot.
I see Sarika, looming over me.
"Are you real?" I ask her.
She furrows her brows, "Ofcourse. Why'd I be unreal?"
I chuckle, "These days seeing you has become an honour, Sarika- oh should I call you your majesty."
She bites her lips.
"Thank you for gracing me with your presence your majesty, I thought you'd be too busy to come meet me or check in on me." My words fall out my lips like poison. Maybe I have a morning tongue loosening sickness.
"Nikita-" she reaches out for me.
"Don't." I snap, and lush her arm away, "Your boyfriend needs you, Sarika. He's probably dying because you're not present there."
"Hey-"
"I don't even need you to be here. Why'd I need you? I'm just Nikita. Nikita is always okay. She doesn't need friends. Alcohol can keep her company. She'll be fine."
"I'm sor-"
"Let's let Nikita be. Why think about her? She must be surviving somehow. Right? It's not like she has anything to give. She's poor. She's-"
Sariks opens her mouth to say something.
"I don't want to hear it."
I don't know what's wrong with me. I can see hurt flowing in Sarika's eyes, but I choose to ignore it.
I look at her and say, "Don't make promises if you can't keep them."
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I think I've broken my friendship with Sari for good. I whack my brains with my knuckles.
What the fuck have I done?
Why do I have to be such a bitch-
"Don't you dare call yourself a bitch again."
I roll my eyes at the timing of my brain to play Sid's words.
"Nikita?"
I turn back to see Shanaya looking at me with her big brown eyes. Her curls are placed behind her in a twisted updo.
"Shan. Hi." I say cheerfully.
"Hi." She sits beside me, in a slow manner.
"Fight with Sarika?" She asks.
I nod, "What gives?"
"She looked like she's been crying and you were not with her." She says, she gives me a can of hot coffee from our school vending machine.
