Till I Met You (Ariana/You)

Chapter 5

~Y/N's POV~

My eyes widened when they landed on a familiar girl, with a very familiar hairstyle. In a funeral where everything is black, neon green streaks on black hair is really outstanding. 

I turned to see Ariana talking to a guy. She never let go of my hand. She always held it. I tried to slip my hands out when she turned around to look at me.  

"I will be back." I said, smiling widely and she nodded, smiling at me. She let go of my hands and I immediately felt the warmth go away. I made my way towards her. 

She turned around when I called her name and it was her.

"Hey biatch!" Shira cheered. "What a small world." She came hugging towards me and I smiled, hugging her back. Even though we only met that day, I felt like we had been friends for the whole lifetime. 

"Hey." I pulled away and she eyed my dress. 

"Someone's looking hot." She winked. "Where's your lady?" Her eyes scanned the crowd.  

"She—" 

"Hey Shira." A voice broke our conversation and both of us turned to look at Selena, giving Shira a sweet smile as she completely ignored me. 

"Hey." Shira deadpanned, her voice showing her lack of interest. "What are you doing here?"

"Coach died. Of course I'm going to be here." She said. 

"You hated Coach." Shira snapped. "You always wished for him to die remember?" 

Selena rolled her eyes. "That was just for fun. By the way, tell your friend here to stay away from my girl." Her eyes finally landed on me as she gave me a glare.

I have dealt with bitches my whole life. 

Dealing with this one bitch won't be a problem. 

"She only likes people like me. I'm beautiful." She flipped her hair off and I almost wanted to laugh when her hair whacked a poor guy's face behind her. "She only prefers flexible girls anyway."  

"Bitch please, I can remove 90% of your 'beauty' with a wet kleenex." Shira snapped and I laughed when Selena frowned. 

"And," I added. "It's impressive that you are flexible enough to have your foot in your mouth and your head up your ass all at the same time." I answered and Shira looped her arms with mine as both of us laughed. There were smokes of fire coming out of Selena's ears. 

 She stormed away and as if on cue, Shira and I high-fived one another. 

"You always hated her?" I asked. 

"I am not a gynecologist but I know a cunt when I see one." Shira answered and I laughed.

"I want to high-five her in the face with a brick, covered in spikes and dipped in poison." I said, rolling my eyes as I thought of Selena. 

"She can go swimming in acid in a straight-jacket." Shira said and I laughed. 

"She can choke on her own puke." I said.

"She can go step on a lego!" Shira said and I gasped.

"That's just plain mean."

"Well, what can I say?" Shira said and I laughed once again. Suddenly, her laughter stopped and her eyes were looking behind me. 

I turned around to see the guy, the ex who came to the bakery that morning. He was dressed in a suit, talking to Ariana. They were both smiling about something. So, Ariana knows Scott?

 "Is that...?"

"Yup. That bag of shit himself." Shira glared at Scott. Suddenly, Scott turned to look at us and Shira's eyes widened. Ariana's eyed met mine and I gave her a small smile, which she returned, making my heart warm up. 

Scott started walking towards us, particularly Shira with a very determined stance.

"Gotta Zayn!" Shira shouted, pulling my arm together with hers as we moved through the crowd. I looked behind to see Scott, with a wide grin as he continued his journey to us. He blocked Shira's path as he stood in front of her. "Gotcha!"

"Get the fuck out of my face."

Both of them started arguing again and I stood there awkwardly. Soon, Scott left with a broken sad face again and I couldn't help but pity him. Shira turned to me, breathing out hard through her nostrils. She smiled but I could see the sadness in her.

"So, who is your girl?" Shira asked and I turned around.

"She is not my girl." I said to which she rolled her eyes. "The one Scott is talking to." 

Shira's eyes widened and she wanted to say something when the speaker cut her off. Everyone went to their seats to get ready and I automatically went to Ariana, sitting beside her. She smiled and took my hand, intertwining it with hers.

It's just a friendly gesture..

It's so not friendly. It's so not friendly. 

When the funeral orations began, then only I could see how much Ariana respected her coach. How she was good with her friends. How much she had enjoyed her high-school life. Her past. I smiled, hearing all the stories.

"...I always knew how to play volleyball even before I joined the team, but coach taught me not only how to play it but also how to win it. Thank you Coach." Ariana finished her speech and walked down the stage towards me with a small smile. I smiled back and she connected her fingers with mine once again.

Ever since this morning, she never let go of my hand. Ariana is becoming a part of my life too easily. I shouldn't let that happen. Don't trust people Y/N. They will only hurt you in the end. 

With that thought, I shrugged my hand out of her hold, looking away, afraid of her reaction.

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