Anyone but you.

7 things

-Chapter 1-

Malia's POV:

"I hate that bitch with all my heart"

Momona looked at me from the driver's seat, worry written all over her face.

Momona Tamada. She has been my closest and bestest friend since we were in preschool. Her mom and my mom were both teachers at our old school back in Canada so that's how we met.

She knows all of my secrets, all of my problems, all of my life, all of my...well everything really.
Both of our families immigrated to the united states when we were around 6 and we have gone through everything together ever since.
From same preschool to same college. We mostly agree with everything. We love and hate the same things and thankfully the same people too. Well... except when it comes to relationships because let's just say....momo can get any guy she wishes to. but as for me? Well, I wish to be the ultimate chick magnet if you know what I mean—

So when I get into her car at 7am, bitching about how much I hate my roommate...she knows it's been a rough morning.

"Come on Lia, remember you won't tolerate her any longer." She pat my shoulder, "We are finally taking out the last of your stuff to your dormitory."

I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at her.

"Okayyy. How about your usual matcha latte on the way over there? There are like 15 Starbucks on the way to UCLA!" Momo said trying to be enthusiastic on an awful morning.

She really knows how to get me to comprehend. "Fineeee, but you are paying."

She nodded in agreement and I shifted my attention to the side window, wondering why god would be punishing me.

Maybe I was a terrible person in my past life.
Yup, that's the only logical explanation. I was a horrible human being who killed millions... no.... Trillions of innocent people and that's why god is punishing me.

"What did she say to you now?" Momo asked interrupting my train of thought.

"Called me a bitch" I mumbled, barely loud enough for her to hear through the music of the radio.

"Okayy" she said as she pulled up to the only parking space left at Starbucks. Then she looked at me, with a stone cold look on her face, "what else? Because if that is the only thing that is bothering you this morning, you wouldn't already be in a mood."

I looked at my shoes. My purse. Started to think if maybe I forgot something back at that apartment. Anything but the fact that I would have to tell Momona what has me so upset this morning.

"Malia" she took my hands in her own, "..just tell me, sister from another mister."

Her sense of humor made me roll my eyes but it also gave me the courage to explain out loud what was really taking a hold on me.

"She who shall not be named popped out on my Snapchat flashback memories." I finally let out, "...you know those pictures that one take in the mirror after.."