Senior year, the very last year of high school. Dahlia is determined to make it her best year yet! Nothing but positivity, good memories, and lots of fun!
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Doesn't sound realistic but we'll see.
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Monday, January 7th
{Dahlia's POV} ••••••••••••••••••
"—I don't wanna hear about your stupid back wart while I'm trying to eat my lunch, dumbass." Cadence rolled her eyes.
"It's not a fucking wart! That's how I know you don't listen to me!" Caden whined. "It's a pimple and I named it MaryJane!"
"I could literally throat punch you right now—"
"—So anyway," Kit said as she came to sit on top of the lunch table again after leaving to buy another bag of hot Cheetos. She immediately continued on with her story about what had happened when she was younger as she opened the bag and began pouring some of her jalapeños into it, then about half a bottle of hot sauce that she'd brought from home. "I was in shorty's room, right? Ass naked and thinking I'm about to get a lil nasty with her. Man, tell me why the fuck her mama comes home early as fuck, and mad as fuck too. She stormed into this fucking room like a veteran soldier, screaming at the bitch. Talking about 'You're not about to screw around in my damn house! You don't pay the bills here!' And the whole time I'm just thinking, like...Alright shorty, but you do. If I can't fuck your daughter maybe me and you can get something going, you feel me?"
