Maverick and Her Ways (GirlxGirl)

I'm a Queen

Chapter Seven:
I'm a Queen

         I gave up on my plans with Dani when the clock reached three in the afternoon. She wouldn't text me, so I wouldn't text her back. I realized that it's so pathetic of me to get upset over this, so I pushed everything away.

Pushing my glasses up to my nose, I decided that reading might distract me, and possibly kill time faster. But when I reached my bookshelf, I realized that I've repeatedly read them all. I've also realized that I've been in this exact situation multiple times as well.

Sighing, I can't help but feel badly for myself, because it seems like I'm such a boring person, and people don't like boring people.

Maybe I just need a new book.

Or maybe I just need new friends.

Why am I worried about being
well-liked or not all of a sudden? It's not important, really, but that doesn't mean that I don't have strong beliefs towards the benefits of being well-liked.

I shouldn't care what other people think of me. I have people around me that I'm happy with.

I already have friends. Dennis, Natasha, Thomas-question mark...? Theyre not that much, but it's better than having multiple friends and not have any of them considered as your close friends.

At least I have two- three... ish. Dani is pending.

I'm not complaining of what I have, but I've noticed that I seem to like to be alone lately. I told myself that I'm just being bored and boring, or maybe just tired of their teenage drama, but really... I feel so empty, and out of purpose all of a sudden.

Inhale, exhale, I breathed. I'm fine. I'm certainly fine... I think.

I didn't really want to think about anything, so I flopped down on my comfy, queen-sized bed again, and let sleep take over. Sometime later, I woke up to a Songza playlist, and I feel surprisingly tired.

No, I feel exhausted. Extremely exhausted. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not sick, am I?

I ignored my symptoms and groaned when the light blinded me fron ny phone.

6:23 pm

I gotta do something. I contemplated whether or not I should spend time with my friends, or just stay in my room, sleep more, and wake up the next morning with a starving body.

I shrugged and decided that my body needs food.

After a fantastic stretch or two, I immediately texted Natasha,

'Babe, do you want to go get junior chickens?'

Then I added a bunch of the little chick emoji.

Immediately, she texted back.

'Can't Mave, I'm at piano practice. Maybe tomorrow after church?'

I sighed and replied with a teary eed emoji.

'Your talent is breaking my heart.' I texted.