𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

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Song:
fetish- selena gomez, gucci mane
slowed + reverb

LEENA

Angel wouldn't stop bothering me, or following me around for that matter. It was really starting to piss me the hell off.

During lunch, he deliberately sat down next to me, as if there were no other available seats in the entire cafeteria.

He barely sits in the cafeteria.

It didn't matter how uncomfortable it made me or how obvious I was about my desire to be left alone.

Even when I attempted to quietly gather my things and move to a different spot, thinking I could escape his persistent presence, he would follow me without hesitation, as though it were some sort of game.

After each class, without fail, he somehow managed to track me down in the crowded hallways. Before I even had a chance to slip away unnoticed, there he was-ready to walk me to my next class, despite my annoyance growing with every step.

And yet, that wasn't even the worst of it. His persistence seemed endless, and his ability to appear wherever I went felt almost uncanny, making it impossible to avoid him no matter how hard I tried.

After school, he had a habit of hitching rides with me, as if it were an unspoken agreement between us.

Every day, without fail, he would stroll up to my car and slide into the passenger seat, acting as though it was his rightful place.

And, of course, like the overly nice and accommodating person I always seemed to be, I would sigh inwardly and drive him home, even though a part of me wanted nothing more than to tell him to find another way.

It was almost ridiculous how easily he managed to wear down my resolve. No matter how many times I considered refusing or how many excuses I rehearsed in my mind, when the moment came, I couldn't bring myself to deny him.

Somehow, his persistent nature or sheer audacity left me feeling trapped in a loop of reluctant kindness, even when every fiber of my being wanted to draw the line.

Reyna had finally worked up the courage to tell Lilith about the hookups with Matt, a conversation that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

She didn't stop there-she also confided in Lilith about her deeper feelings for him, admitting the complicated emotions she had tried so hard to suppress. She explained how the situation had become too much to handle, how each moment with him pulled her further into a vulnerability she despised.

The fear of letting things grow into something more-something she couldn't control-left her no choice but to walk away.

As expected, Lilith didn't take the news well, and her reaction was anything but cheerful. It was clear from the way her eyes narrowed and her shoulders tensed that she was deeply unsettled by the revelation.

What made it worse was the timing-she was clearly upset that she had been left in the dark for so long. The fact that we had kept this from her, whether intentionally or not, seemed to sting more than the actual nature of the hookups themselves.

Still, to my relief, she wasn't angry at either of us. She was more worried about my behavior over anything else.

There was no shouting, no harsh accusations thrown in our direction. Instead, there was a quiet sadness, a sense of disappointment that hung between us like a heavy cloud. She wasn't mad-just hurt-and somehow that made it feel even worse.

It was like she was mad at herself for not realizing it soon enough.

"Leena, are you sure you're okay? You've been acting... different lately," Lilith says, her voice tinged with concern as she studies me intently.