The sass is real

11- Happily never after

A/N Hey guys. So like, since all my exams are over (yayaya) I can update almost daily. Thats fantastic XD. So anyway, I'd like to thank you guys for reading this and like, comment, share and vote. Legit, I dont care if you even comment something stupid. hell, I'd like to know how your day is going. The song I listened to while writing this is a compilation of all One Direction songs so thats something (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0n2yYiVuWAc)

Oh yeah and I totally wrote this update before, like 2000+ words and then my computer crashed and it all got deleted. But since I like writing this story, I wrote this whole entire chapter again.

Anyway, I'll let you get onto reading. Baiii :)

Azelia's POV

I run into the library, not really caring that nobody is allowed in there. At least that way, nobody will be there which is exactly what I want. I curl into a ball in the corner and just..break, feeling relieved that nobody is here to see me cry and just lose it all. You know that feeling where you've just had enough...like you can't stand being alive anymore. I realize in my head that my reaction to gran's death might be over dramatic to some but they don't know what it feels like when the one sole person you care about is gone. Just like that. When mum died and dad turned into a workaholic, she was there to cuddle me and tell me that it would work out. When I found out about dad dating Elizabeth secretly for a year and a half and then proposing, again it was gran there to hold me and promise me that it would get better. When I turned a little older and I desperately tried to fit in only to be made fun of and essentially dismissed from the "group", gran grew a little older and stopped telling me bullshit. Instead of telling me that it would turn out in the end, she told me to make my own group and be my own person. She might not have known but that small piece of advice whispered in my ear as I cried because nobody wanted to be my friend and I was being bullied every damn day, changed me for the better. She shaped me into who I am and I never got to thank her fully for it. She is...was.. my best friend. My only best friend. I find myself crying not just for her death but also for every loss I've ever experienced.

When mum died, when dad abandoned me for work and left me wondering if both my parents died. When dad married Elizabeth and I welcomed a step monster in my life, unwillingly. When I was bullied in school and nobody did anything about it, not even my damn dad or step monster. When I had no friends and would sit alone under a tree, reading to find some sort of emotion other than sadness. When I liked Jared in year 7 and he, like many others, dismissed me and claimed along with the other boys that he couldn't date me because I had the body of an 8 year old boy and was 'worthless'.

I cry more and sniffles and wails of pain echo the room. Pain that can only be resolved by being held by her and told for one last time that I'm loved. After a couple of minutes my tears silently run down my face and I'm left feeling empty inside....I'm left feeling worthless. I wipe my eyes and somehow, feel a bit better. The hole in my heart is still there but its somewhat patched up, even if for only a little while. I hear the library door open and I don't even care that I could get in trouble for being in here unpermitted. Although I doubt that, the librarian Mrs Reardon is very lenient with me and I'd say she's my friend. I just sit there, hoping whoever it is will go away. The door opens and surprisingly, Jared steps out. He stays there for a second, seemingly addressing my state. When he finally does, he comes near and sits next to me. I don't even turn to face him, pretending nobody is there like how I want. After awhile, he apologetically says "Sorry about Heather..she's a real bitch you know. I suppose I should thank you for making me realize that and finally break up with her." I simply nod, feeling worn out since my breakdown a short while ago. He then whispers,"sorry about your grandma. She didn't deserve to die, I'm sure. I totally get it if you wanna cry" making my eyes want to start sweating again. I suddenly slap him on the chest, making him turn to face me confused. "Why the fuck did you have to say that?! You never encourage a person that is trying so damn hard not to cry, to cry. God Jared!," I whisper, furiously wiping under my eyes. He starts to laugh and apologizes in between his chuckles, however I still count it as an apology. I smile at the sound of his laughter and start laughing too, not really knowing why but not questioning it either. We both start laughing, our laughs blending to make music and somehow, we both lay on the carpet. We recover from our laugh attack and I turn to face him, sincerely saying "Thanks for making me laugh. It somehow made me feel slightly better about this whole entire thing" reaching out for a handshake. He grabs my hand and turns it into a hug, which is somewhat awkward and some...other emotion I can't register. I pull away and exit the library, not really wanting to be late for Advanced Social studies. Jared walks away, probably going to his class too.

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Its in the middle of class when I'm called out from the announcer and told to go to the front office. I'm curious and it's a step closer to feeling like me, not this walking grieving person. I see the office ladies and they tell me that we have a three new students and that I'm assigned to show them around and be their friend. Lets hope they're not bitches that have no substance, much like the rest of the girls here. I pick up the out-of-class pass and walk to the foyer, dreading the moment when I will meet the three girls. I see a woman standing there that is...slutty looking and behind her I see peaks of hair. She whispers something behind her and two girls emerge, looking sheepish and nervous. One of the girls has unruly, curly, brown hair and dark brown eyes. She wears clothes that do not match whatsoever but somehow, she looks perfectly fine with that. The other girl has jet black hair, which is dead straight but somewhat wavy at the bottom. Her eyes are dark brown and her clothes are conservative yet sporty. They look like they aren't going to talk anytime soon so their...mother, I assume, introduces them. "This is Dina," pointing to the first one which shyly waves," and this is Chachi," pointing to the second one. I nod, surprisingly glad that they are different but then look around, remembering that there is meant to be three girls. The mother notices that and proudly smiles, pointing behind me. I turn and see....a fucking clone!

A tall, leggy girl stands there. She has on about 5 pounds of makeup, not really making her prettier. Her hair is platinum blonde, not really matching her. You can tell her natural hair colour is brown, based on her eyebrows...now that colour would suit her more. Her eyes are blue and her mascara is done up to resemble spider legs. She wears short shorts, a bandeau and a plaid shirt that appears to have no buttons. Well....she isn't shy at all. " And I'm Desire," the girl practically purrs. Thirsty are we? I guide them around the school and then the bell for break rings, signalling the 'tour' is done. Desire walks away to the popular groups table, not surprisingly. I turn to face the other two and they smile, Dina asking where I hang out. I take them to my spot in the corner and sit down, waiting for them to walk away or something. They instead sit down and start a conversation with me. Now this is surprising..

Dina and Chachi are surprisingly...awesome. I think...I think I enjoy their company. I turn to face the populars and see Desire sitting on Jared's lap...him enjoying her's too. I feel somewhat hurt at the sight of that and look away, asking Chachi and Dina if they want to go someplace else. They eagerly agree, making me slightly smile.

Just when it fucking was getting better....that bitch! Desire's a slut too...