Reconcile

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(Gif Above: Amber Rey) [Taylor Momsen]


"Thanks for trying to save me during Math class–"

"Even though it backfired, and now we both have detention?" Chloe retorted, cutting off my apologetic sentence all while we both casually plopped down at an off blue lunch table, "I mean, you think a teacher would be understanding about a females menstruation cycle. But, I was unfortunately proven wrong."

Laughing, I shook my head, "Yeah, sorry about that."

"No, it's totally fine. Reid wanted to take me to this lame improve recycling meeting downtown. Now I have an excuse as to why I cannot attend." She chortled, taking her hair and tossing it up into a tight pony tail, "Anyways, there's a party next Saturday at Brian's place. Wanna come with?"

I groaned, stabbing a crouton roughly with my fork, "There's no way I'm going to that. No one would talk to me and I don't feel like sitting in the corner surrounded by people vomiting because they had one too many."

"Hello? I would talk to you. And, so would Reid. It's about time you let loose for once in your life."

"Listen, I love you and all, but Reid seriously freaks me out. . ." I sighed heavily, intaking her unamused expression all while I added a mere two words, trying desperately to make the sentence a bit sweeter, "—at times."

My attempt at a more delicate approach did absolutely nothing. For, Chloe shot me a distasteful frown, "What? How so?"

"Well, I mean. . .first of all, the kid spends more time behind the bleachers than in class. And, the only remotely average conversation him and I have had was when we bonded over expo markers."

She struggled to hold in her loud laughter, moving her head from side to side hastily, "Okay, I admit. Reid can be a little odd at times–"

"At times?"

"Fine," she heaved, "Most of the time. But, he gives me really nice complements."

I scoffed, "I like the color of your cornea isn't exactly the ideal complement."

"It's sweet. He's trying to be sweet." She attempted to defend her boyfriend, pursing her rosy lips in the process, "Anyways, about the party. Come to my house around eight or so. We can get ready together."

I chortled, rolling my eyes, "It's not happening, Chloe."

"Okay, okay. We'll meet at your house instead. Should I bring my make-up bag?"

"Chloe." I groaned, shutting my eyes briefly, "No."

"You're right. I'd probably end up loosing the majority of it. I'll just settle for yours." As her sentence came to a close, her phone buzzed. Me opening my mouth to say something fairly important, but the dark-haired-girl stopped me. Her pale index finger extending outward threateningly as she glanced down at her device, "I'll see you Saturday."

And with that, she departed. Leaving me to wallow by myself in the corner of the busy lunch room. A longing sigh of disapproval erupting from my lips, all while I reluctantly stood from my sitting position. Tossing the remains of my salad in the trash.

Saturday was going to suck.

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