Mundane

Get your word straight

Lila

Dude can we like stop fighting 19:05

Lila

Everything's been ok until u punched Grey 19:06

Lila

And like Grey and u made up already right? 19:07

Lila

Fine 22:13

Should've known that even if he unblocked he'll just leave me on read. Did he really fear his mom that much? Maybe he does. I look at the ceiling of my room, its white paint crippling along the ends of where the walls go sideways. At times like these, I'd let my mind wander off. Sometimes I'd like to think about a funny joke my friends made. Or reminisce the times I had with Mike. Sometimes, but more rarely I like to think of how I'll start my essay for literature.
And sometimes, I think about my name.

It's been the subject of ridicule ever since I was at preschool. Lilac isn't uncommon, I thought. But that doesn't mean people would stop talking about it. It got better when we grew up, when I forced myself to look at the mirror and improve the things I didn't like about myself. It got better.
I wasn't beautiful. Not close to pretty. Average is considered a compliment and even though some may not think so; with my chocolate skin and dark brown eyes. I wouldn't care. Because I know I worked hard to achieve how I look. 

Besides if someone called me funny or nice or smart. It'd feel 10 times better if someone called me pretty. It's nice though; to find someone who told you are all those things.
I need to sleep.
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The day ended with a languid sigh from all students going to their lockers. It was a Tuesday and it's a day worse than Wednesday. On my way to the staircase, I heard laughs from Mike's class.

"He's sexually frustrated"

I tried so hard not to laugh along with the roaring giggles inside the class. 

"What the hell does that mean?" Mike said with hearty chuckle.

"Wait-wait do you realize how often he swears now?" Jay says a matter-of-factly and Scott only "ooo" ed.

"This is so stupid" Mike scoffs. I can almost see how he's shaking his head as he said that.

I stick myself to the small space between the doorway of the class and the lockers. Hoping to become one with the damn thing so I wouldn't get caught eavesdropping. 

"I'm not sexually frustrated ok? Grey has been on my nerves for a long time now" Mike grumbles.

"Because he flirts with Sheila" Jay said, probably to Scott since he didn't say it as a question.

"Not only that" Mike huffs.

Scott said something inaudible and I cursed under my breath as I try to focus more on what their saying.

"Whatever" Mike answers begrudgingly. "I don't like her anymore, capiche?"

I frowned at that statement. Which is completely absurd when I was the one that told him he should stop liking me. I could make it so that he's bluffing but that'd be kind of narcissistic. But the fact of the matter is, he was insistent on not getting back with me. Maybe he thinks I do? Which is why he's avoiding me like the plague! Damn I should've been more straight forward with him. 

"Hey!" I jumped at the voice. 

I pressed a finger to my lips as I stared at Grey. I held him by the wrist and vastly dragged him to the staircase. 

"Woah, woah calm down" Grey snickers as I let him take a breath. 

"Sorry" I apologize.

"You were eavesdropping weren't you?" He smirks.

"Ugh so? It's about some petty girl stuff anyways" I lie.

I'm extremely good at lying. I think. 

"Oh? I thought you didn't give two shits about that?" Grey looked interested and his smirk was fading away.

Maybe I was as good as I thought I was.

"They were talking bout' Julie ok? Of course I'd care" I lie again. 

"Julie? What about her?" Grey asks.

Shit!

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I roll my eyes and cross my arms. 

"Fine, fine I'll stay out of it" he yawns and mounted his back pack properly.

That was really close.