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jasmin belkacem

i decided i'd spend my last summer days home, watching tv shows, listening to music and refreshing my twitter timeline. and that's exactly what i'm doing at the moment. actually, 21 savage has a new album and it's great.

i think my mom is at work, as usual, so i'm home alone. i can't think of anything fun to do and the thought of going back to school in 5 days is haunting me. i check my texts, i have quite a few. i sigh realizing most of them are loren trying to make plans.

loren 👄
jasmin i am really bored
can we do something?
ooh we should go shopping!
jasmin answer meee 😪

jasmin 👽
come over and lay with me
so we can be bored together
that's my final offer 😁

she calls me an asocial loser and says that she's on her way. pretty bipolar, if you ask me. i hate hanging out with loren, she always forces me to do these stupid things kids my age think are awesome, like playing truth or dare and ending half naked in a stranger's pool. yeah, don't ask.

my doorbell rings within a few minutes and a glowing loren steps in my living room. i compliment her on her outfit and she stares at me, in shock, before calling me pretty. what in the world.

'yeah, i was watching dance moms all over again' i start.

'you literally have no life' she says, serious.

'true, but do you even know emma josie york?'

'shut up' she stops me. 'soo, let's do our nails'

'i said we would lay and watch danc-'

'ooh, i'll do your makeup too! oh my god, it'll be so much fun!' she smiles weakly.

woah, what's up with her

she picks a grey nail polish and starts applying it. i watch her do so for long minutes, she's very careful and perfectionist. and also very quiet.

'okay, okay, okay, what's wrong with you today, miss perfect?' i ask.

'nothing?' she answers, harshly.

'just tell me, okay? i'm not blind lor'

'well obviously my other friends were' she rolls her eyes.

'woah there, go ahead, tell me what's bothering you, sweetie' i ask, semi-serious.

'i'm only answering you cause you were clever enough to realize i was mad.'

'well, yay! i guess' i answer, frowning.

'well, okay, i had sex with this guy. but then, it wasn't really a big deal, like a one time thing, you know? but we still had something, like a potential chance to maybe start dating' she starts.

you're literally making no sense, i think, as i give her a comforting smile, waiting for the rest of the story.

'and you know, i tell one of my friends that, because i trust her and stuff, so she goes and starts slut shaming me for weeks, because apparently she had a crush on the kid. i let it go, and keep hanging and talking to the guy, just to learn that, three weeks after that, they're dating' she sighs.