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Mila pronounced mee•lah
Eliana pronounced Ell•ee•aa•na
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Beep...beep...beep...Nah I'm joking. I'm not one of those people who have those annoying beeping alarm clocks that irritate you to no end, and then after pressing the snooze button for about a billion times they practically force you to fling them across the room, resulting in them smashing into tiny little pieces which no longer resemble an alarm clock-
Breathe Lia.
"I GOT BROADS IN ATLANTA...TWISTING DOPE, LEAN AND THE FANTA...", I smiled, sleep slowly leaving me. Aaaah. Now this is why I don't have a beeping alarm clock. I began to hum along to my favourite song, panda, whilst savouring onto the last legs of sleep in me.
I could feel the dried up drool crumbs at the corners of my mouth (Don't pretend this has never happened to you before!) and scrunched up my nose at the taste of my spit.
You know when you have such bad breath that you can even taste it in your saliva, well, today was one of those days. Ew, I know.
I mean give me a break! We rich people don't always wake up looking like the Kardashians do, especially me and my slobbish ways.
My smile immediately dropped from my face when I heard a groan from my room mates bed. Not just any groan though, a freaking male groan!
I quickly switched off the song and turned towards the owner of the groan. Mila, my room mate and one of my best friends, was sprawled across the chest of one of her boyfriend's American football team mates.
She had the typical cheerleader vibe to her that you always see in movies. Platinum blonde hair that cascaded down her back, which is totally not natural by the way (BUT THAT'S A SECRET), piercing blue eyes, boobs that had all of the boys drooling when she walked past ( Which were also fake, but hey, if you have money you might as well spend it I guess) and an attitude that would send the teachers crying. But she was my best friend and I loved her and her b¡tchiness.
It was no secret that all of the students in our school were hot as f@€%, but obviously that was only due to the fact that they could afford plastic surgery.
Anyhow, back to what I was saying. I honestly don't know why I was so shocked. I mean she's had this same dude, Elliott...Emmett....Everest..... Whatever his name is in her bed for the past month. Even though her boyfriend, the schools very own jerk wad, who is a complete and utter ass hat, who absolutely hates me (the feeling is mutual) but even a jackass like himself doesn't deserve to be cheated on.
Despite the amount of times I've explained to Mila that what she's doing is wrong, she continues to use the "you won't understand" excuse, which, after the first time I confronted her, I no longer reply to.
*Flashback*
"You can't carry on like this Mi! If you're willing to cheat on the poor boy go dump him before he finds out!" I shouted. Obviously I didn't think of him as a "poor boy", but I needed to make her feel guilty, you know?
"You have no idea what you're talking about Lia, so just shut your mouth and don't you dare even think about uttering a word of this to Axton." She shouted back, pointing her finger at my face and coming so close to me that I could feel her jagged breath, laced with anger, hitting my face.
"Are you honestly being for real right now Mila?! Why would I ever even think of approaching Axton, you know he hates me! I'm just saying that what you're doing is completely immoral!" I yelled, with equally as much wrath. She knew exactly how much I hated even the thought of cheating. She scoffed.
YOU ARE READING
The Elites
Teen Fiction"How long have you been sat here for Eliana?" He asked, his face blank from emotions. "We've been getting really nice weather too recently don't you-" "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION ELIANA! How long have you been sat out here for?!" He shouted. My heart...
