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                           willow 

"No way Isabel, delete  that,"  I said highlight  the nonsense she typed on the  document. 

 "No,  it only makes sense," Isabel said refusing.

"You really think that the reason why they want to be popular is because of a gang?" I said scoffing a bit. 

"And you think it's because of family  feuds," she said looking at the bullet points I wrote. 

"It makes more  sense," I defended. 

Isabel shook her head in disapproval. After Henry left me at the ice-cream place, I had  to call an Uber to go back home. I took a shower, got dressed in some grey sweatpants and a black cropped tank. I called Isabel and asked if she could come over, after explaining  why I didn't teller about Dylan and apologizing multiple  times, she  gave up and in the next ten minutes she  was at my front door  with a pint of ice cream and her computer. 

We decided to figure out why the three asses want to be so popular.  So far we have a gang, family feuds, and stupidity. Right  now- it looks like stupidity is winning.

I took a  deep spoonful of the mint chocolate chip ice-cream, "Look listen to my reasoning  though.  Family feuds makes sense." I stood up from my bed and starting pacing, "They don't like  each other and if  they don't like  each  other then maybe their parents don't like each other. They are all rich  bastards, so maybe like money  competition?"

"Ok but  what does popularity have to do with anything?" Isabel asked  slamming her  back on my bed.   

"They need to be  popular so that  they win the love of the people for  their parents? If they are  assholes to  everybody then it gives a bad name to  their family. Which is why they decided to join forces and become the-"

"Most well known guys in our school! It makes sense!" Isabel squealed interrupting me. 

"Exactly,"I said smugly. 

"Hope you know none of  this is true," Isabel raised a brow. 

"I know, I'm just going to pretend it is," I shrugged my shoulders. 

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I dug into my pasta, "Oh  yeah, this is sooo good."

Isabel giggled, "You have  tomato sauce all over your  face." 

"Take a picture then," I glared stuffing my face with more ravioli. 

"Maybe I  will," she said sliding her phone from her pocket. 

Before she could even get it ready, I wiped my face. 

"Hey, I never get you," she whined. 

I frowned, "Maybe next time"  I said stealing a ravioli from her. 

She rolled her eyes and stared at something behind me. I frowned and turned to see what she was staring at. 

Henry was leaning against the wall nearest to the door. Girls were surrounding him obviously flirting and touching him, but he was taller than all of the rest. His sparkly eyes stared into mine. He was saying something to me without moving his lips. 

I turned around annoyed. He  was the one who  left me, if he wanted to talk then he shouldn't have  left me yesterday. How ironic that he  took me to make me feel better but then ditched  me. 

"He's coming  over," Isabel said  looking down at her pasta. 

I rolled my eyes, "I don't give a shit, let him." 

Sure enough, a finger tapped my shoulder, "Can we talk?" 

"No." 

"Don't really ask twice," he whispered. 

"No."  

"Don't make me embarrass myself," he warned.  

"I said  no!" I got up, pushing my tray away from. Eyes from all over  the cafeteria burning the back of my head. I scoffed and quickly walked away from him and the eyes and out of the cafeteria. 

When a girl says no, it means no so stop fucking asking her. Jeez! I was so frustrated at nothing that the closet locker to me. The metal kicked me back and it created a pain in my toe. I fell to the ground and grabbed through my shoe, my throbbing pinky. 

"Oh fuck," I hissed. 

"Well that was quite entertaining," Henry mused behind me. 

"Go away," I said between my deep breathes. 

"No thank you," he sat in the middle of the floor next to me. 

I looked up to the heavens, "What did I do to deserve this?" 

"Everything angel," Henry whispered into my face. 

Startled I looked back down, inches away from his lips. I stared into his brown eyes, the sparkles blinding me. 

"That doesn't even make any sense," I rolled my eyes pushing my hand against his face. I struggled to get up from the ground, but I managed. 

"Can I ask you one question though?" he asked before I could turn away. 

"What?" I spat. 

"How many weeks is it going to take for you to realize that we are meant for each other?" he smirked. 

"Wh-" I interrupted myself. I felt my cheeks burn. Did he just- I couldn't really comprehend what he was saying. I will never fall for him and what kind of question was that?  

I huffed, hair blowing out of my face and stomped away. 

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"Then he asked me, 'how many weeks is it going to take for you to realize that we are meant for each other?'" I cringed biting into a chip. 

Isabel gently slapped my knee, "That's good, I wouldn't be cringing if I were you."

I glared at her, "That's a terrible thing-" 

"I got an idea!" we both said at the same time, stopping me at mid sentence. 

"Go first," Isabel offered digging her hand into the tub of goldfish. 

"If I 'pretend' to fall for him, then maybe I could figure out what the deal is with him and his desire to be loved by everyone," I suggested. 

"That's really good," Isabel said intrigued, "But why would he date you? I mean no offense but wouldn't that ruin his reputation or whatever?"

"No," I said kind of offended, "I mean he asked me in the first place so."

"I know, it was just a thought," she looked down at nothing, "I'm gonna go. I'm busy."  

"Huh, ok I can-"

"No. It's fine." 

"Ok?" I questioned. Before I could ask her what was wrong, she left my room. 

She's acting strange...