Katya
"Hi!" I said, hurrying over to Trixie as a crowd of girls wandered off in the other direction. "Hey!" She lead me over to a secluded table in the corner of the library, where a pile of books was stacked. "I reserved us a table, and Mrs Davis got me a load of history books," I laughed. (a/n I'm listening to The Bald & The Beautiful and I swear to God Trixie just said Ratpaul but I might be going insane and I feel this is important to mention)
We worked for about 15 minutes, before Trixie threw down her pink gel pen. "Ugh! I don't wanna do any more. Let's learn about each other, not Steven or whatever his name is," she complained, putting her pencil case back in her bag. I wheezed with laughter. "Stalin! Where the fuck did you get Steven from?!" I exclaimed, earning a glare from Mrs Davis, the librarian. I'm two lessons in and already someone hates me, great. "Okay, go for it then," I said to her, after mouthing a quick sorry to Mrs Davis.
"Okay! Um, I'm pretty popular around here. Most of the bitches here know me, and like me, I guess. I'm smart, pretty, straight and fun... that's all you need to make friends apparently. People aren't really gay here," she said with minimum hesitation.
"Looks like I'm gonna be hated, then. I'm smart, fun, yeah, but I'm gay as shit," Fuck. She's straight. I've got not even a glimmer of a chance. Great, Katya, you've done it again.
"Don't worry, I don't hate you," she smiled. She didn't hate me but she didn't love me either. Probably never would. That's shit.
(a/n why is Katya literally me tho)
