The sass is real

14- Only 5 more days..

A/N Hey guys. Today I got in a car accident but even still, I'm writing this story. Thankfully nobody got hurt....except the cars maybe. Anyway...enjoy :) Shout out to this person named Chante', she's awesome.

Azelia's POV

I sit in the my corner of the cafeteria, rereading past books that have sparked my attention. I'm in the part where I find about the characters true identity when I hear a clutter of footsteps approaching, then stopping directly in front of me. Even still, I'm too engrossed in the book to notice their awful presences. I hear a person clear their throat and suddenly slam their hands down on the table, making my head snap up. I see it's Desire and she seems really bitchy today. Well then again, when isn't she? She looks at me as if I'm nothing and picks at her nails, making me roll my eyes and continue reading. She suddenly says "Okay yeah I'm busy so I'll tell you now. Michael is having a massive party to mark the graduation and everybody else wanted to invite you. So yeah, its at 7 be there" tossing her (fake) blonde hair over her shoulder and taking a step away. "Yeah um..I would come but I really don't want to." seeing as her face flushes with the embarrassment of being rejected.

"Um...what do you mean you don't want to. You're honestly lucky you're even invited, so just come and make your peace with it, kay?"

"I mean that I'm not coming because I'd much rather want to hang out with my cat and watch Game of Thrones than be around drunken, hormonal teenagers that think they're gods gift to the world" I say clearly.

She turns more red at this. I assume its out of anger and embarrassment but I wouldn't know, I don't understand the mechanics of bitches. She takes a deep breath and begins again, not really knowing when to stop.

"You know what? You're honestly so annoying and I cant believe people even stand your..type. Seriously, you should get plastic surgery..but for your personality. I'm done with you" making me laugh deeply, mentally begging that she isn't serious.

"If anything, I should be annoyed. Having to deal with the people in the high school that are so clearly like you. You guys think you're so awesome and pretty or handsome and use that as an excuse to put others down. Hate to break it to you, but you're not. You're not awesome and you're petty. I'm done with hanging out with you guys and my IQ has changed drastically but I'm sure it'll return to normal when I'm studying and chilling while you guys are out drinking and grinding on each other. Which I don't really care about because you're all so..shallow that you belong together and are just..fucking clones. Maybe you should undergo plastic surgery to get a personality" gesturing to the popular group, boldly speaking my mind.

She stands there, clearly trying to think of a witty comeback and I can almost hear the gears grinding in her brain..then suddenly Jared shows up, clearly enraged.

"God Azelia, stop picking on my girlfriend. She just wanted to invite you to a party and you're insulting her. You should apologize to her right now" he says, clearly ditching the whole 'lets be friends' idea he had going on.

"Why would I insult a person that's already an insult?! And me apologize to her? Its funny you should say that because you said we could be friends and me being an idiot, actually thought it was working. But no! You have to ditch our 'friendship' for your stupid girlfriends reputation...what a fucking friend you are. That's something to apologize for, not wrecking her already shredded reputation. Your girlfriend is a slut and we all know it, but you are too and that's what makes you guys perfect for each other" I venomously speak, feeling all the anger in my body spew with every syllable spoken.

He looks taken aback and suddenly exclaims "At first I thought that maybe you were against all us populars but now I think I know...you like me. You're just jealous of Desire because she's my girlfriend and you cant stand that. That's why you're constantly picking on her, isn't it?! Well guess what? I thought we could be friends but now I know that I cant be friends with such a hateful person like you...and for the record, you're too worthless to be my girlfriend" he fumes.

A flashback of when in year 7 plays in my head, when I told him I liked him and he dismissed me. He said I was worthless...and 5 years later he says the same thing, just as confidently and heart shattering as before. My voice drops to a mere whisper as I say

"...I've tried and tried with everyone and I'm done. I'm honestly done. You know what? that's the problem with you guys...you assume whatever you think its right when honestly, it cant be further from the truth. You have no idea why i am the way that I am and you say you've tried with me but no. You haven't tried at all, you don't know a thing about me. I love books...because that was the way that i met my first friends. I love movies because there are always happy endings. I love the sky because nobody controls it and its constantly there for me when nobody else is. I have never had a real friend and just when i thought I had one..somewhat...they hurt me constantly and proved me wrong. Sometimes I wonder if i hurt them like they hurt me, would they understand why I'm this way. But no..I couldn't do that because verbally I'm a freaking warrior but emotionally, I'm a fucking teddy bear and i hate it. But you wouldn't know that...nobody would. Because like you, they judge me based on one moment and not everything, using that moment against me and worse...as a reason to not hang out with me...to not be friends with me. So I'll humour you and say that yes, you're right. I'm soooo jealous of that bitch that hangs off of your arm and I desperately want your love." I mock, still fairly emotional but trying to shield it...trying to shield myself..

"Well I'm sorry to say that even though you desperately want my love, you don't have it and never will. This girl does though." he says, enveloping Desire in a passionate kiss that kills me slightly from the inside. I turn my heel and go to my car, planning to go wherever.

I'm disappointed to ever have thought I felt for him...only to end up hurt.

But its fine, I'm used to disappointment.

Now that's truly sad..

Being able to say that I'm used to disappointment.