million lies

part one

"Braylyn get up! you overslept, it's 6:30."
shit. shit. shit.
"okay, thanks dyl" i say as i scramble for my phone in my nightstand.

sure as hell it's 6:00. i have to leave the house by 7:00, so i can still get coffee by the time school starts. i quickly throw on a shirt from pink, nike leggings, converse, grab my backpack and water bottle, keys, and run out the door.

after the five minute drive to Ellen's, quite possibly the best coffee shop within a 100 mile radius, i hear the familiar jingle of bells when i open the heavy door.

"welcome Braylyn!" my favorite employee, James, says with a huge smile. James has been my support system since i was 5 and he was 7. now me being 17 and him being 19, we're a little closer, well i am, maybe not him.

while walking out of Ellen's i got a twitter notification, and me being the idiot i am decided to check it. bad idea.

"shit, watch where you're going."

i look up to see a boy with a sharp jawline, amazing eyebrows, and is very, very, very tall. no, he isn't cute, he's Mason Conley. the Mason Conley.

the boy who's been trying to ruin my life for years.

"oh, when did you get cute?" he said while looking me up and down.

"leave me alone. i'm sorry for running into you, but buh bye mason. oh, and it's called makeup and sleep, you should try to do more research."

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"Bray" my "best friend" Michelle says with her sassy tone.

"yes, Michelle"

"why are you so ugly, i mean you should look more like me. cute, smart, sassy, and also mason is mine, so don't even think about him."

why would anyone want that jerk. sure he looks like a god from the heavens above, but he's a douché.

"oh, and i want the co- captain spot on the cheer team. you should just hand over the captain spot to me, and let someone good take your spot. oh, and try doing some squats babygirl, you're getting a little flat."

this is why i have all guy friends.