POV: abby
"hey girls!" abby slides her tray next to stacy's at the lunch tables the cheerleaders always sit at. "my other friends aren't here today, so i thought i'd sit with you guys. whatcha talkin about?" the group of girls covered in yellow and red all avoid eye contact, few of them glancing up at abby. confused, she sits down and asks what's wrong. finally stacy looks at her, "we are dying to know, is it true?"
"is what true?" stacy's eye get wide, "oh, the rumors. people are saying you and alex are together and that he got under your bra." abby's jaw drops. her mind silent.
"we-we were just wondering if it's true or not... but from your reaction i think it's false information," stacy mutters.
her mind static now. that two timing no good racist horrible douche bag full of flipping shit dicks!
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blurry nights
General Fiction"my skin is dark as night, but you're the one with constellations across yours"
