« you're that new girl everyone's been talking about, aren't you »
« and your that rich snobby asshole I've been warned multiple times to stay away from »
« I'm William. William Henry »
« and Unfortunately, for you. I don't care...
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“can we talk about how fine he is”
W i l l i a m
She was so beautiful. I found myself drooling over her. Over something I knew I couldn't have.
Even when she eats, she was still perfect, I mean who can eat and still look good. I liked a damn creep. Thinking about her like this.
Seriously man, get a hold of yourself, my inner self told me.
"Are you even listening?", Anne's obnoxious voice asked me, bringing me out my thoughts.
"Uh. Yeah", I said. "What had gotten into you recently?", She asked.
"Nothing. I've just been stressed recently", I said. "Because of tonight, right?", She asked looking at herself in the mirror, making sure her stomach was flat. Her skin was clear.
"What's tonight?", I asked confused. She frowned turning to me, "see, this is what I mean. You never listen to me. Tonight's, the bon-fire. Everyone's going to be a the courtyard", she said.
"Am I required to be there?", I asked. "Yes, silly. Your my date", she said walking towards me.
I rolled my eyes. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?", She asked. "What?", I asked. "You rolled your eyes at me. You've never rolled your eyes at me before", she said as if I've committed a crime.
I guess I picked up a few habits from Alexandra. "I'm just annoyed", I said.
"At me?", She asked. "Honestly. Yes", I responded.
She didn't say anything. She just grabbed her jacket, and walked out the room. What the hell was that. I wanted her to fight back. Cuss at me. Yell at me. Something.
But I then I realized it wasn't Anne who would do those things, I would be Alexandra. I sighed, laying in bed, staring at the ceiling.
As I was shortly interrupted by Liam. "Your mother has requested your presence in the dining hall", he said.
I got up, following Liam to the dining hall, as my mother sat in chair, reading the daily newspaper.
"Liam leave us", my mother told him. As Liam walked out, closing the door, leaving my mother and I.
"I have been requested", I said. "Who is she?", My mother asked aftering sipping her tea.
Not this talk. I didn't have time for the "she's not what you need" talk.
