comfort {complete}

06

Those stupid girls in biology were talking again today.

About their boyfriends, who always give them cute little kisses and assure them that they're beautiful when they get insecure. Isabelle's—I think that's her name—boyfriend, Henry, gives her really long kisses when they haven't seen each other in a while, though that almost never happens. They're too in love.

Madeline's fiancée—she's seventeen, I don't know what's up with her—is black and her parents are borderline racist, so her dating him—and marrying him, I guess—was a huge scandal. But they loved each other, so they lived with it.

I spent the class period tapping my pencil belligerently on the table and gritting my teeth.

I shouldn't call them stupid because there's nothing stupid about being in love, but I just wanna lay down and cover my ears until everything is white noise. 

I don't want to hear about their wonderful first times or their boyfriends' soft hair. I don't particularly want to learn, either, but anything is better than listening to them.

a/n: wonderwall has been in my head for the past three hours, yikes. also my life would be hella dreamy if i could get my shit together and organize my binders!! just wanted to let you guys know