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Believe it or not that's my outfit when I don't try. I flex on hoes even when I don't try who do you know can do that? WITH NO EFFORT? I'm just a different breed I know. I pulled my bag farther up on my shoulder as I strolled the hallways. For some reason I was actually early for school and had extra time before I had to be in class and deal with my EX best friends.
"Anderson!" I yelled down the hallway as I quickened my pace. I was practically sweating when I reached him, he didn't even try to meet me half way.
"What's up?" He said as he walked away from his stupid group of friends.
I poured my lips out, "I have nobody to talk to and I'm bored. Entertain me."
"I'll entertain you baby." One of Anderson's friends looked at me with creepy eyes as he laughed. I gave him the finger which caused all of them to start yelling "OHHHHH"
"So?" I ran my fingers through my hair. "Entertainment starting now." I clapped my hands together.
"I'm not your stuffed animal you pay attention to once your mommy takes your puppy away."
"Anderson, that didn't even make sense." I laughed as I lightly hit his arm.
"I'm not in the mood right now, ok? I'll talk to you later." And with that he sternly walked down the hall. Great. I'm lonely again. I rolled my eyes before I turned on my heels and walked to homeroom. I have to see their crooked faces that would burn lasers in my head if they laser vision. I slowly strolled in hallway so I could pass time but in reality it only took me four minutes to get there. Fun.
"Hey Mr. Yorba." I smiled cheekily as I went to my seat. He gave me a simple head nod before continuing the boring paper work on his desk. He was probably grading papers or something I'm not interested in. I sat on my phone because I clearly had nothing else to do with my fucking life when a crumbled paper found its way to my desk. I opened it and read the note.
Note: Just letting you know we still hate you.
-Ivana & Jocelyn
I rolled my eyes as I pulled out my pen and wrote in my beautiful handwriting.
You only wrote this note because you don't have the balls to come up to me. PSA you hating me doesn't affect my life.
I crumbled the paper back up and socked it towards Ivana, I know she was the one who made the stupid plan to act like we're in middle schools. I watched them both read the note and then make gasping noises. Of course, it would affect my life but I can't let them know that. They WANT me to be sad and depressed. THEY'RE PRAYING FOR MY DOWNFALL BUT IM UP BITCHES. I put in my AirPods, (I don't speak broke, literally) played "8 by Billie Eillish," and placed my head on my desk. This day is going to feel like fucking forever.
** time skip peeps
"Kill me now." I dragged my hands on my face as I walked into Spencer's.
"What the fuck happened to your zombie looking ass?" Blake laughed as he threw me a towel. I quickly cleaned up the latte he spilled and vented to him about what happened this morning. "I know you want me to be supportive and everything but if you don't go to Adym and get some dick. That always helps me." I smacked him with the towel and smiled when he yelled in pain.
"Speaking of Anderson what the fuck is wrong with him?"
"What do you mean?" Me and Blake walked to the front of the store and chilled at the register.
"I was trying to talk to him and he completely blew me off. Hashtag rude." I made the hashtag sign with my hand.
"I must admit he's been.. out of it for a while. Everytime I try to make him feel better he just says 'not today babe' or 'I'm not in the mood rn' like when is his bitch ass ever going to be in the mood. A BITCH NEEDS SOME DICK."
"Blake!" I yelled as we burst out laughing. "But seriously, I think I'm going to check up with his mom or something. Maybe we should have an intervention."
"Oh my gosh, he hates those."
"Doesn't matter. I have literally nothing to do and this intervention will keep things off my mind." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Ok, I'll text him to come over your house tomorrow night at..?"
"Six, let's make it a formal casual time." I smiled as customers started coming in.
"Showtime!" Blake yelled as he showed his spectacular jazz hands. I laughed at him before I started assisting the customers. —————————————
