❝she was their autumn moon, brilliant and beautiful, guiding their way though the dark...❞
❝... and they were all of the stars in her night sky - glowing constellations,
forming a map that lead her
...
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BELLA SITS AT A TABLE FULL OF LIZZIE'S FRIENDS AND CONTEMPLATES WAYS SHE CAN LEAVE WITHOUT OFFENDING ANY OF THEM. She's never sat here, before - at this lunch table full of kids who look like the type of teenagers that Hollywood casting directors think high school kids look like, when in reality, no one in high school actually looks like that.
There's Luke, of course, with his lip ring, Australian accent and "bad boy" vibe; Cara, all long limbs, perfect eyebrows and panty-dropping smirk; Harry with his intense green eyes and luscious curls and languid British accent; Joo-hyuk, who literally was a model back when he lived in Korea; and Z, whose creamy chocolate skin, flawless figure and waist-length curls leave piles of drooling people of all genders wherever she goes. Lizzie, the gorgeous, more outgoing twin, blended perfectly with these people, and together the six of them always looked like that unapproachably beautiful group of friends you always see in movies, staying out late and laughing up at the stars; the group of friends that are so close that you get jealous and wish you had friends like that.
Bella's always secretly wished that she would fit in with this group in the same seamless way that Lizzie does, but sitting here with them now, the feeling that she's replacing her sister won't go away and it's making her more and more uncomfortable by the minute.
She knows she can't leave, though. Any excuse she gives, Luke will see right through. And then he'll give her those sad, puppy-dog blue eyes that always leave her without the proper use of her brain, and that's something she's trying to avoid.
So Bella sits, listening to people she doesn't particularly like talk about things she doesn't particularly care about, while the last five chapters of Wuthering Heights burn holes in her backpack and Luke's booming laugh sends her tummy into little flips.
When everybody's eyes are elsewhere, Bella lets her shoulders slump a bit and a small sigh escapes her lips. She raises two fingers on each side to rub at her temples.
