Cherry • Matthew Sturniolo

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Staring at her delicate hair as it sways side from side, I snarl. Her smile wide with her legs kicked up on a table as if she owned the fucking place, a drink in her polished hands.

I've always hated her, how could you not? She's the definition of boring- predictable.

I had been forced into an alliance with her in the fifth grade. My parents complaining in my ear about how much she had been bullied in her old school and that she trusted me.

When I agreed to stop their constant chatter about that whiny little girl, they invited her family over for dinner and it just never stopped. Every Friday at noon, they invade my house with their spawn of satan right behind them- wearing the darkest shade of red and clothes that made her look like royalty.

She's spoiled and it shows. The way she talks about her piles of books, the endless amounts of new perfumes, and those fucking red shoes. Why is she so obsessed with red?

She's curled against her friend- who dare I say, is worse- they're both wiggling around the couch while laughing like fucking witches. They're drunk, obviously.

I finish my water and I stand from my seat, going back to drooling at the screen. I start walking to the kitchen, my eyes darting to Charolette for a moment as I walk by.

Her eyes. Staring back at me.

The world slows, zoning in on the bits and pieces of green glowing through the dark atmosphere as her lips gently begin to pull into a smile. My body wants to stop in its tracks, to turn and confront her for looking at me like that.

I look away, reaching the cooler sitting on the table, holding water and bottles of wine coolers. I reach in and pull out a water, flicking the water off my hands as I turn to walk back- but I stop mid step.

"Matt?"

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