"𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢 𝐚𝐦, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞."
verity sinclair's grades are slipping, and her parents believe that the only way to fix that is to send h...
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Out of unsolicited rage, I pushed open the sliding door of the bathroom furiously. My fingers clenched tightly around my phone, so much that it hurt.
"Do you wanna tell me what the hell I found in the trash can?" I glared at Brooke. She was leaning against the headboard of her bed leisurely. Like everyone else, she was good at pretending. Yet, somehow, she failed to terminate that little piece of evidence.
She stared at me blankly. "Verity, what are you talking about?" she tried to laugh it off, but nothing about this was funny.
"Are you really gonna pretend like you did nothing wrong?" I accused her harshly, marching up to her bedside. She stared up at me cluelessly, and I fought the urge to strangle her.
"I seriously don't know what you're talking about. Calm down, and tell me what's going on before you get mad at me." she extended her hands out, like she was trying to soothe my nerves. "Why don't you sit down? Hyunjin's giving you a hard time, isn't he?" she tried to sympathize, but it only made me angrier.
"Don't do that." I raised my voice, my finger held up in front of her face in objection. "I have every right to be fucking pissed at you right now."
"Woah, Veri—"
"Don't even do that shit with me." I cut her off harshly, my voice at maximum volume. "I am so tired of everyone lying to me all the time, and pretending that everything is okay." I screamed so loudly, I could feel my voice vibrating in my throat and my cranium. My eyes started to burn and my heart swelled in my chest.
"People are gonna hear you." she whispered. I acknowledged her reminder for a fragment of a second before disregarding it completely.
She exhaled. "Can you just tell me what's going on? I don't enjoy seeing you like this." she looked me up and down, and it was hard to differentiate whether the gesture was judgmental or worrisome.
"I found a condom in the trash can, Brooke. A used one, at that." I lowered my voice, since that particular sentence was so odd to say out loud.
She blinked slowly at me. Either she realized she had been caught, or she thought I was ridiculous.
"And you're just assuming that it belongs to me?" she slightly raised her eyebrow, expressing her skepticism and hurt.
"Are you kidding?" I guffawed. "Who else would it belong to? Is there another roommate I don't know about?" I laughed humorlessly.
"I don't even know what to tell you, other than the fact that it is not mine. I told you once, and I will tell you this again; I am way too caught up in my music and schoolwork to have time for such vulgar activities. Will you stop accusing me so irrationally? It's been, like, a couple minutes, and you've already found something new to blame me for." she deadpanned. It hit me right in the gut. I swallowed and stayed quiet, while her eyes remained pinned on me.
