two faced | e.d.

three .

song for the chapter : "wish you well" by amir obé
(know your place yeah know your place yeah)
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"good morning , everyone . please feel free to grab a seat wherever you please ."

these are the words i hear as i walk into the cold room where my AA meetings are held .

i always found it strange how these AA leaders would try their absolute hardest to make us feel like "family."

it's pretty stupid if you ask me .

i will never feel like these people are my family . they're all just pathetic drunks who are too weak to handle the punches life throws at them .

hell , i'm one of em too .

as i take a seat in the circle , the AA leader begins our meeting as per usual . we all state our names and how long we have been drunk / sober for .

"malia . i've been drunk for about a year now ," i state when the turn gets to me .

"hi , malia ." the group responds .

there are usually 15 people in each meeting but today there's a 16th chair .

it's empty .

the chair remained empty for a while and i couldn't help but wonder who this new member was .

they obviously aren't very good at time management because they're late to their first AA meeting .

after about an hour and a half of me listening to the rest of the group share stupid sob stories , the meeting concluded .

no one ever came to claim that 16th chair .

weird .

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i'm laying in my bed watching my favorite tv show , the blacklist , when i get a text from one of my ex best friends , sofia :

hey malia , i know we haven't talked in a while but i was hoping we could catch up . i miss you ... a lot . things aren't the same without you .

i'm caught slightly offguard by this message . i haven't had someone check up on me in the longest time . probably because i havent let anyone in ever since my mom passed .

i decide to shoot her a text back , thinking there could be no harm in catching up with her . after all , i did kinda miss having her in my life .

me :
hey sofia . thanks for checkin up on me . i've been alright . i'd be happy to grab lunch with you or something . what days are you free ?

sofia :
i'm free mondays and fridays .

ironically enough , those are the days i have my AA meetings . i can't tell her that though so i make up an excuse .

me :
sorry , on mondays and fridays my brother has soccer practice . i'm free saturday , though .

sofia :
oh . i don't remember your brother doing soccer . good for him ! i think i can fit some time in on saturday :)

me :
alright great . i'll see you then :)

i turn my phone off and deeply sigh as i look up at my ceiling . this feeling is weird . it feels like someone genuinely cares for me and it's unsettling . i haven't felt that in forever .

i shut my eyes , allowing myself to drift off to sleep .

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"good morning , class ! "

my physics teacher is one hell of a guy . he's really really fucking enthusiastic about everyting and i don't think i've ever had as much energy as him before .

as i look around the classroom , i notice just how big it is . there are maybe 40 kids in my period and they're all annoying as hell .

"i see that you are all excited to be with your friends but in this class , we're all friends ."

i hear that lie way too often in both my AA meetings and in school .

"so , i want you all to meet new people . everyone stand up ! we're getting assigned seats ."

everyone groans . i didn't give a shit though . i wasn't friends with anyone anyway .

as the physics teacher goes down the list of people sitting in each row , my name is called .

"behind malia will be ethan ," the teacher says .

who the fuck is ethan ? i've never known of an ethan in my grade level .

however , no one claims the seat behind me . i guess ethan isn't here or something .

once everyone gets their new seats , we are given a lecture on Newton's laws of motion .

thirty minutes into the lecture , the door opens .

"ethan ! we're happy to have you !" my teacher exclaims .

i look over to the door and it hits me .

that's ethan ? the prick who bumped into me in the hallway ? oh fuck no .

"ethan you will be sitting behind malia . malia could you please raise your hand so ethan knows who you are ?"

"oh , there's no need , sir . i already know exactly who she is ." ethan says with a cocky smirk on his face .

what the fuck .

he strolls over to his seat as all the whores drool over him . he's wearing black and white high top vans , lightwash jeans , and a maroon hoodie .

my eyes follow him and when he nears me i get a whiff of his cologne . he smells delicious .

i hear him take a seat behind me and he unzips his backpack , pulling out his materials for class .

he leans forward in his seat and whispers in t ear , "hey malia ."

i don't know who this bitch thinks he is but he sure as hell isn't getting in my pants .

"piss off ." i turn around and flash him a sarcastic smile .

he doesn't say anything . he just leans back in his chair and begins tapping his pencil on the wooden desk in front of him .

this is going to be one long year .

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author's note :
and that's chapter 3 ! i promise it will get more interesting and i have some fun shit planned for next chapter . this is all just background and set up for the rest of the storyline . thanks for reading ! love you !