You don't set your ex-best friend up, especially one you're still completely smitten with, with your arch enemy. But of course, there's no fun in always knowing better, and there's no one that knew that better than Alexandra Stewart.
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"You know Daisy, for someone with profound knowledge in mythologies, you should know that every time you lie, a demon crawls out of hell just to come for you." Mrs. Rajatowski remarked and it took Daisy every ounce of willpower she had to not snort out. Sitting in a empty classroom first thing of your junior year, listening to an old teacher tell you that you couldn't use a freshman to do your holiday assignment wasn't on the top of her to-do list, and they both knew that. But she'd vowed to herself to not fall back into the spiral she'd been stuck in ever since the start of freshmen year, and so she uncharacteristically looked up at her teacher with an apologetic expression. "It won't happen again."
"It better not, Stewart."
Not a single soul in the entire student body had a relationship with their teachers like Daisy did. She talked openly to them like they were the closest acquaintances there were, but she wasn't a 'teacher's pet' or a delinquent either. They'd counselled her throughout her fall back, and she'd listened.
The shrill ringing of the bell pierced through the silence and she bolted out of her seat and into the hallway, shoving the hood of her jacket above her head and walking up to her locker. Assembling her stuff in her bag, she joined her friend, Farah, on the way.
She gave her a lazy lopsided smile as Daisy started walking beside her, "You ready to walk face-first into Mr.Clarke's man boobs again?"
Daisy groaned, feeling her cheeks heat up in humility as she remembered the thing she'd felt her face pressed against the moment she entered her first class in freshmen year. The uproar of laughter that had surfaced from the crowd in her class made it's way into her memories yet again, and she sighed, destitute of any considerable comeback. She simply said, "At least I attended my classes."
"Whatever, dude. You head butted someone's man boobs."
Farah really needed to stop Ross-ing around, Daisy thought. God, she ate, slept and breathed that character (A/N- Ross Geller from the show F.R.I.E.N.D.S). Whether it was illegally buying a monkey and almost getting arrested for it, being a history nerd, or dressing up as the fucking Christmas Armadillo for Halloween, she'd do anything as long as people saw her as a reincarnation of Ross Geller. However, whatever her package came with, she was the only person Daisy could see as a best friend. She shook her head and looked down with a stifled smile, content to have someone she trusted by her side.
"Also, ugh, mom has a business meeting this evening. Wanna come along?" Daisy asked her as they slid into their seats.
Daisy felt guilty for dragging her friend into every business meeting her mother dragged her into, but she didn't really have a choice, considering the fact that she barely made it through them without snoring. She looked at her in anticipation, though she didn't get what the anticipation was about. She already knew her answer.
"How many times will the train reach the same destination, Alex?" Farah rolled her eyes, which in her language, was a definite yes.
"Awesome." Daisy smiled as she leaned back into her chair, staring up at where the teacher with the man-boobs was supposed to be.
Of course, it didn't take rocket science to know that people with man boobs were inclined to never being on time.
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