𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐃 [𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐱𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥]

17. Sly Setup

"You look like your pet goldfish just died."

"I don't have a pe-"

"No you look like your last piece of chocolate just got stolen. "

"Nah girls, Mou looks like she just got kissed by a dementer, which she kinda did though-and might I say, she absofuckinlutely loved it. But in the climax, the said dementer decided to be an assh-"

"Sin, shut up, I beg you. I'll buy you oreo after school, I promise. Just give me some peace now." Monica pleaded, in a hushed tone, as she turned another page of the history book that was kept open in front of her-and which she obviously was not reading. Rather pretending to read and avoiding any form of communication with the surrounding world.

"Mhm if it's oreo, then I might consider the offer." Sienna said thoughtfully, wiggling her eyebrows, as Monica simply rolled her eyes, for, the umpteenth time that day.

Long story short, Monica, now evaded interactions like the plague. It was as if, the girl had suddenly gone mute. No talking, no chatting, no gossiping, not even texting.

The girls had sent thousands of memes to cheer Monica up. They had probably dug up the entire internet to find the lamest memes of the world- for,they were sure, those would make Monica laugh like a hyena, but goodness, none of them were even delivered to her, much less, be seen by her. Switched off, both were switched off-her phone and her mind.

They had even made plans to go to the movies, shopping, bowling, book stores, cafes, diners, parks, even KFC-literally anywhere, that could atleast bring the smile back on Monica's lips but the latter was just so adamant. Monica Williams was just so stubborn-like always.

She was determined to not be okay. And not even the girls-not even the Almighty, could make her think otherwise.

And she was doing all this for whom?
Yeah
Emily Rhodes, who, on the contrary, was doing just fine. 'She is fucking living the best time of her life Mou. It's high time, you get your shit together!' Angelina had, like always, rightly said, the other day. But our dear Mou, was nowhere near to getting her shit, or herself, together.

Monica had got time, rather ample time, to think and figure this out, and, for heaven's sake, finally reach a conclusion to draw the line. This is what she came up with-

One, Emily Rhodes was a certified jerk

And two, she really liked Emily. Like the 'like'-like. The I-really-want-to-kiss-you kind of like.

And it pained her a thousand times more to bring herself to accept this, for the millionth time. But she did, eventually. Heartbreakingly, painfully, and perhaps a bit hopelessly.

Monica knew that she had messed up greatly that day, which, by the way, was three days ago. She also knew that she could have done better with her words-she should have done better! Instead of being a goddamn git, and spewing absolute shit, in front of Emily, she should have focused on confessing how she actually felt but she didn't-and she failed and now, there was no going back. She had to live with the guilt. And the times when she refused to bear that guilt, anymore, she blamed it on Emily, being a jerk, a jackass who kissed her and left.

These thoughts, kept coming back to her in a vicious cycle, and all she could do, was ponder over them, for the past three days, without any viable outcome. So much so, that she even switched off her phone and shut herself from the world to study the situation better.

Monica's parents-being the worried parents, that they were, couldn't stand seeing their fireball of a daughter acting like a wet mess of yarn, and were so concerned, that it was only a matter of time, that they marched up to the school authorities and pressed bullying charges. Monica, of course did not spill anything of what's going on, to her parents- she couldn't. She mustn't worry them with something as petty as this. It was silly, and she should probably focus on her upcoming exams. There was so much left to do, read, revise, practice, rehearse, but-Monica couldn't. Because Emily the devil, was clouding her mind, all day, every day, twenty-four hours nonstop.