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❝Death is inevitable. It's a promise made to us at birth.❞
Arielle is a studious young woman striving to be a chef. Her life is full of going to class, reading textbooks, and hanging out with her friends, until she meets Zayn. Zayn's an...
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➳ ARIELLE'S POV
"Come out with me!" Zoe drawls out, frustrated with the fact that I'm simply not the type of person who feels the need to go out and do something in my down time. Earlier today, I was completely elated with the idea of chilling in the dorm with a movie and some popcorn.
I throw myself onto my bed, completely fed up with fighting back and forth with Zoe. It's been a long day and I'm positive I know where Zoe's plans will end up. However, she's not going to give up, I know this. I so badly just want to sit back and prepare for class in two days or just relax, but I'm particularly annoyed with Zoe currently because of her obsession with that stranger from the other night. I'm not exaggerating when I say that she hasn't stopped talking about him whenever we're together and I'm just beyond tired of hearing about it.
"Fine," I huff out, making sure she knows that I'm only doing this to shut her up. I love her, man—I do—but sometimes she needs to realize boundaries.
Zoe reacts so quickly to my response that she nearly falls off the bed. "Seriously?" She yells with a mouthful of bagel and I cringe to think of the food she's just likely spat across our shared space.
"Yes," I say much too quietly, hoping she won't hear and will cancel all together.
She squeals wildly, "I'll go get ready!" I watch as Zoe gets up from her place on her bed and runs towards our miniature bathroom.
"Where are we going?" I ask, praying it isn't some stranger's house party or another night 'hanging' out with her friends. Last time we hung out with her friends it turned into a make out session between Zoe and this guy, while I awkwardly stood around, waiting very impatiently to leave.
That's why I don't like going to parties with her—she's the type of person who ditches you when someone else comes along. It usually ends up being super shitty for me. I mean, I get it, she's the social butterfly type. She always knows at least half the people in any room and if she doesn't, she will by the end of whatever the event is.
"Daniel's," she responds from the bathroom, toothpaste in her mouth causing her voice to be muffled.
"Daniel's?" Do I know this guy? I try to think back on some of the past parties we've gone to, of her guy friends she's introduced me to but I can't seem to picture who she's talking about.
"That guy from my cuisine class," she pokes her head around the corner, "He has a friend that's having a party. Invited me." Zoe disappears back into the bathroom before she can see me rolling my eyes over-dramatically. I hear her spit out the used toothpaste and rinse her brush.
Oh, that guy. She's told me about him before—questionable hygiene, talks down to her all the time, parties way too hard and far too often.
"I thought you didn't like him," I comment. At the risk of shining a light on something better left unexamined, I decide to bring up someone else, knowing it'll perk her interest. I shouldn't, I know I shouldn't, considering I've been so incredibly annoyed with Zoe's mentioning of him lately, but it's the only thing I can think of to get her to potentially cancel on going to this party. "What happened to your little crush on cheesy pickup line guy?"
