(Spin-off of Imaginary, more so specifically it's second book, Severity)
Cleo Vexer, a problematic teenage girl, is the sensation of your average pessimist and mediocre criminal. Still having to survive the rest of her senior year bitter and lonely...
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"Are you out of your mind?" Winsley stared at me like I was insane.
I took one of Winsley's homemade chocolate chip cookies out of the plastic container. I took a bite before turning my head to face her glare.
"What?" I said with my mouth full. "I set them straight."
"You can't just go to their house and tell them what they're doing wrong!" Winsley argued.
"Yes I can and I did."
I went to grab another cookie but Winsley snatched the box away from me.
I pouted. Once that didn't work, I sighed exasperatedly.
"They failed to raise their kids properly." I reasoned. "They deserve a wake-up call."
Her stare burned me before I reached my hands out and pouted again like a child. "Now can I have more cookies?"
Winsley sighed before sliding the box back on the ground.
"You're going to get crumbs all over your work floor." Winsley pointed out.
"Why do you think I bought curtains?" I bit into a cookie. "Sometimes I eat Top Ramen in here. I've learnt to eat quietly enough during work that they never noticed. And it's really easy if they're an ugly crier."
"Did you ever eat when I was in here? When we talked and had the curtains still up?" She asked with curiosity.
I nodded, eating my weight in her delicious homemade cookies. "I was eating Oreos when we first met."
Winsley smiles and shook her head. "You are impossible."
"I know." I grinned ever so childishly.
"Have you talked to Caslon yet?" She asked.
"No," I smiled sheepishly. "One, I need a break from seeing his face all the time. And two, I'm not facing him after I went against all his requests to not start a riot on the car ride there."
Winsley was sitting on the floor, facing me with her legs spread out. "Doesn't he still owe you though?" She thought. "The deal was that you showed up, and boy did you make an impression."
I ignored the last part. "You're right." I realized as I continued munching on the cookies. I giggled maniacally.
"Poor boy," I heard Winsley mutter.
"Oh," I perked up. "I forgot to tell you. He has a sister, her name's Riley."
"Riley?" Winsley's head tilted.
I licked the cookie crumbs off my lips in oblivion.
It took a moment to sink in. "Riley Winslow," I tested the name on my lips. "That's why the name sounded familiar."
"Those were the days," She muttered. "Those awful days."
"They weren't that bad," I said. "You were with me."
"We've grown so much from those days of arguing and being immature." Her gaze then landed on me. "Well, at least I have."
I started rolling my eyes, stopping mid-eye roll.
"Yeah, you're right."
Winsley's laugh echoed. As her laughter dialed down, she pulled out her phone from her pocket.
"I can't believe we've been here for two hours past the end of your work shift." She showed me her phone showing that it was seven o'clock.
"Oh," I laughed. "We always get sidetracked when it comes to time."
Winsley smiles before getting up from the ground and holding her hands out to me.
"Come on," She said. "It's time we go home."
I returned her smile as I grabbed her hands and let her lift me up.
As she retrieved the box of cookies and handed it to me, I cheekily smiled.
I grabbed the box from her grasp and put it in the crook of my arm.
"You're a great friend, Winsley, you know that?" I asked.
Winsley's eyes light up and she lazily wraps an arm around me.
