❛ HOW TO STOP LIKING BOYS! ❜
STEP ONE: Don't think about his smile or the way he looks you in the eyes when he talks to you or his laugh
FAILED STEP ONE.
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"I HATE THEM," Veronica's voice was horrifyingly bitter as she leaned against Heather's car with her arms crossed. Her eyes were trained on Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington who was sitting in the latter's car. Even after everything that happened last year, the two had stayed together throughout the year and it was probably coming up on their one-year anniversary. Despite what Heather had confessed that night, nothing changed. She tried not to be bitter. Veronica was bitter enough for the both of them.
Heather, who slammed her door after getting her bag out, sighed, "Life's too short to focus on the bad. Remember what good ole Danny said a million years ago, just wait for them to fall apart."
"How do you remember that?" Veronica turned to face her best friend, her brow furrowed.
"It's the most profound thing I think my brother has ever said, I think I'm gonna remember it," Heather explained with a shrug. "But Ver, if they don't fall apart, try to enjoy what's left of your senior year, all right? Soon enough we'll be out of here and we won't even remember people like them."
"I think I'm in love with her."
"Oh, you're definitely in love with her. It's been years, Ver, I think it's safe to say this is more than a crush. Most love goes unrequited. It sucks, but at least we have each other, right?"
Veronica sighed, shrugging her shoulders defeatedly, "I guess you're right. God, sometimes I wish you were a lesbian, we would be so amazing together!"
Heather let out an airy laugh. Last year changed her. Something about that one week where nothing made sense made everything she was missing fall perfectly into place. She was more relaxed now, she had a bit of a better sense of optimism. She wasn't with the boy she loved, but she was happy.
"Come on, I gotta grab my math book before class," Heather grabbed her best friend's shoulder slightly, starting to walk towards the school building.
"Wait, wait, I think they're arguing!" Veronica's voice was embarrassingly hopeful, but Heather would be lying if she didn't feel the same way about the couple. They stopped, but after a moment Veronica groaned, "Ugh, they're kissing. Yeah, let's go."
They stopped yet again when there was the sound of an engine revving. They shared a confused look before turning towards the sound. It was a student pulling up very quickly and pulling into a spot while narrowly avoiding hitting a few other students. The door opened and out stepped a leather boot wearing, denim-clad boy with a tragic mullet.
"I think I can smell the douchebag from here," Heather muttered, earning a snicker from Veronica.
"If you squint, you can almost see the rat living in that mullet," Veronica whispered, earning a full-on laugh from Heather. "Ew, look at Carol and her bitches totally ogling him! Girl, he's ugly!"
