𝐮𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐨 ✾ (𝐣. 𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨)

EIGHT !

UN POCO LOCO !

I don't think i could ever describe the pain i felt in my heart when i walked into the library that morning. the numbness of my heart when it fell to the floor, the way it shattered for the boy as it hit the ground.

"vienna," i gulped.

she pulled away from her steamy makeout session, lips red and hair tangled. "oh, hey gwen," she smiled with her eyes squinted. the vulnerable boy stumbled backwards, hitting the wall as she let go of his collar.

"what's wrong with you?" i shook my head, confused whether to look at her or the emerald-eyed boy in front of me. "you said you hated him."

"you said you-" the boy started, before being hushed by the one and only vienna.

she stuck out her lip, making puppy eyes to me. "aw, is poor gwen sad? did i steal her man?"

"vee, you know i like ke-"

"but do you?" she crossed her arms over her chest, beginning to walk towards me. "i see you staring at johnny whenever you get the chance:" the boy blushed. "don't act like you weren't stalking his instagram while i was at your house the other night."

my cheeks turned pink, "are you actually dumb, vienna? i never stare at johnny. and you know why we were looking at his instagram," i let out a long sigh, "i don't like johnny."

"sorry, i forgot what we were looking at his account for. care to remind me?" she said sarcastically, fully knowing that we were making fun of his pictures.

"we were laughing at the pictures," i mumbled.

"so you admit that you're not the nice person that you come off as?" she grinned.

"oh, shut up, vienna. at least i didn't make fun of him my whole life and then make out with him the next day. if you ask me, that seems a bit pathetic." by this point, everyone in the school's library was staring.

she looked around at everyone who was staring, and began to storm towards the doorway. "this isn't over, gwendolyn."

i rolled my eyes, walking towards the other exit. "gwen?" i heard a voice crack from behind me. i turned around to see the one and only, johnny orlando.

"yeah, johnny?"

"were you actually laughing at my pictures?" he fumbled with his fingers, "i thought my pictures were good."

"johnny, sometimes i do things on the outside that i don't really mean on the inside. yeah, i laughed at them. but i really think your instagram is cool. and you, i think you're cool too," i smiled, and walked out of the library.