Jade Willow

Hey Jade! Thank you for the follow.

My bbg gurl you haven't replied to me on discord . ANYAAY WE MUSTTTT TALKKKKKK BECAUSE 
          1. I don't have enought tea about you know who.
          2. I THE MOST UNROMANTIC PERSON IN THE UNIVERSE HAVE TOO MUCH TEA ON A GUY(we may or may not be together now)
          3. I just miss you  
          
          Anywayssssss. Sending so much love how you reply to me and we can have a chat 

MY BBBBBBYYYYYYY. MY BESTIEEEEE. MY BITCHHHHHHHH. WE HAVE NOT TALKED IN FOREVERRRRRRR AND I HARE US FOR ITTTTTTTTT :((((((( TEXT ME AS SOON AS POSSIBLE BC I HAVE SOME SERIOUS TEEEEEEAAAAAAA ABT BANANAAAAAAA

Hey, how are you?

Yo! Congratulations on so many followers...love from your girl ✨

hey! thank you so much for the follow! i hope to see you wander into my books:) have an amazing and blessed day! 

Girl when are u coming back on discord

PART 3 OF TODAY'S DRAMA!
          
          I was about to black out. But no, she wasn’t done.
          
          She leans in — breathing her dollar-store perfume directly into my oxygen supply — and says:
          
          “You really thought you did something back there in lunch? Well, guess what — you tried, and you failed.”
          
          And that’s when my final brain cell took the wheel.
          
          I looked her straight in the demon-retina and smiled like a villain in a Disney sequel and said:
          
          “Just like your mom’s birth control, apparently.”
          
          . . .
          Y’all.
          
          The floor could not HOLD the weight of that silence.
          The walls were SCREAMING.
          That comeback hit so hard the projector blinked.
          Someone in the back muttered “Oh fuck,” like it was a prayer.
          
          She froze. Glitched. Like a Sims character who just got hit with too many cheat codes.
          
          Her face went from smug to pixelated confusion.
          
          And all I could think was:
          
          You brought this on yourself, bitch.
          
          You threw my laptop, but what you really did was break the last fuckin’ piece of patience I had left for your soap-opera soul.
          
          You wanna break my stuff? Cute.
          
          You wanna fake cry to the principal next? fuckin’ do it.
          
          You just made yourself the main villain in the best fuckin’ comeback arc this school has ever seen.
          
          Because now? I’m done holding back.
          
          No more filters. No more chill.
          
          I’m petty. I’m powered by spite and Starbucks.
          
          You just fucked up your whole reputation — and I will be narrating the downfall.
          
          To be continued, fuckers.
           #LipGlossedDemon #CafeteriaCarnage #CheatingBoyfriendWhoops #SavageSeason #StayTuned #LaptopMurdered #TryAgainBitch #YouStartedIt #I’llFinishIt #GlitteryDemonChronicles

PART 2 OF TODAY'S DRAMA!
          
          Her eyes flash venom,
          “Keep running your mouth, maybe someday you’ll be half the queen I am.”
          
          I smile like I just handed her the eviction notice,
          “Queen? You’re more like the court jester nobody’s laughing at. And just so you know, I’m the reason half the school watches your every move — like a reality show nobody admits to bingeing.”
          
          And that was just the appetizer.
          
          (btw i remember everyword she said since my friends recorded this shit lol)
          
          But you wanna know the real kicker? Right after lunch… she did something so petty and cruel it made me question humanity itself.
          
          This demon in designer marched over to my desk like she was in a Dollar Tree WWE match, grabbed my laptop — my literal emotional support computer — and FLUNG IT OUT THE SECOND FLOOR WINDOW.
          
          I’m talking aerodynamic crime. Yeeted it. Gone. Cracked open on the sidewalk like her parents’ marriage.
          
          Then this demon in Doc Martens turns, looks me dead in the face, and has the AUDACITY to say:
          
          “Oops! My bad, bitch.”
          
          My bad. Bitch.
          
          CONTINUING THIS IN ANOTHER MESSAGE!

Y’all, buckle the fuck up because today was a whole *ass* episode of Drama Central, starring none other than the Lip-Glossed Demon herself and her squad of desperate minions.
          
          I walked into the cafeteria, ready to keep my head down and dodge the nonsense — but nope. That crusty little chaos muppet spotted me from across the room, snickering like she was the queen bee of the universe or some shit.
          
          Of course, she had to come over and try to throw shade, acting like she’s still running this school when everyone knows she’s just the walking definition of fake.
          
          So, naturally, I had to remind her exactly why she’s the joke no one’s laughing with.
          
          She struts up with that plastic-ass smile and says,
          “Oh, look who’s still trying to act like she’s relevant. You? Please. You’re like a bad rerun nobody wants to watch.”
          
          I shot back,
          “Please, I’m the only thing entertaining around here. You’re like the buffering screen on a cheap Wi-Fi — annoying and nobody’s got time for that crap.”
          
          She sneers,
          “Better buffering than being the dead pixel in the corner of everyone’s eye.”
          
          I hit harder,
          “Ohhhh maybe you should pay a little more attention to your cheating boyfriend, ‘cause I’m pretty sure I saw him sneak into the girls’ restroom with one of your so-called ‘friends.’”
          
          Her face twitches like I just yanked the plug on her fake-ass life, but she fires back weakly,
          “Keep dreaming, desperate. Your gossip is as stale as your sneakers.”
          
          I lean in and say,
          “Stale? Honey, your whole life’s a factory reset that nobody asked for. You’re the human equivalent of expired milk — toxic and nobody wants to touch you.”
          
          She throws up her hands,
          “Wow, talk about bitterness! Maybe that’s why no one likes you.”
          
          I laugh,
          “No one likes me? Sorry, I must've missed the fact that I'm friends with almost half of the whole fucking school! Bitch, the only thing worse than your fake friends is your fake teeth. At least mine are real enough to chew through your lies.”
          
          CONTINUING THIS IN ANOTHER MESSAGE!