Pink Skies

PART 14

PART 14        

            Fatima slams her locker shut, eyes huge and furious, the blue scarf around her head flapping up into her face. Spitting,s he yanks the cloth away and scowls. Her fingers wrap around the Bio textbook pressed against her chest so tightly that her knuckles visibly whiten.

            “I’m sorry, what did you just fucking say?”

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            “I have a girlfriend,” said Isaac and probably something else, but I couldn’t know for sure because now all I could hear was a ringing in my ears. As it finally cleared out, he stumbled back, eyes wide. “Jesus Christ, I have a girlfriend.” He ran a hand angrily through his hair, and it fell back into his eyes. He was so beautiful it hurt. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” And he walked off. Just like that.

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I’m too sad today to even get exasperated with repeating myself. I hate myself for feeling this broken up over some random stupid boy that I wasn’t even dating, but I do. Glancing down at the book in her arms, Fatima curses and opens up her locker again. (“Why the hell did I just close that for?”)

            Sighing, I lean against the locker and grabbing her stuff and swinging her bag over her shoulder, Fatima shuts the locker again and jerks her head to the side for me to walk with her. I push myself off the lockers and fall into step with her. “He just, I’m so stupid. He has a girlfriend, Fatima, oh, my God!” I groan and her arm winds around my shoulders to pull me into her. We stand to the side of the hall and her cheek presses against the crown of my head.

            “That little fucking shit,” she hisses and I nearly smile. “I’m going to trip that little gorgeous fucker into that frozen creek and give him a huge fucking concussion.”

            “Christ, Fatima.”

            “I’m not kidding, Vin!”

            “Yeah, I know.” Pulling away, I finally grin at her concerned/murderous expression.

            “Did he say anything after that?” Fatima leads us to our normal seat on the stairs in front of the drama room she sets her things down next to her and unwraps her sandwich in jerky motions. I sit next to her.

            “Yeah. He said sorry and then just left. I was so embarrassed.”

            Fatima is silent as she bites viciously at the sandwich. “I’m going to kill that shittard, Vincent.”

Vincent, Vincent, Vinent.

            “Mhm.”

            “No, really.” Fatima frowns and when she speaks I can see the lettuce in her mouth. “I’m going to kick his cute little ass to fucking Australia.”

            “Oh, my God, Fatima.”

            “But, I—I just—why is he just so pretty, y’know?”

            “I know, Fatima. I know.”

// happy martin luther king jr. day!

lana del rey's "million dollar man" to the side.

and maciej grubich as isaac jfc he's so fucking gorgeous ohmygod.

gotta say, after reading last chapter's comments, i'm a bit concerned about my own safety. if it's any consolation, i feel like the cover photo is too pretty for the story to end badly??

also, i shall upload again like right now. 

thanks for reading i love you.

- nova. //