She's not getting mad. She's getting even.
Lola Melese has it all: a great job, the worlds most entertaining best friend, a loving boyfriend and a squeaky clean reputation.
That is until her all-american boyfriend cheats.
Now, Lola's regarded as the...
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lola | may-a ❝ acting like i don't know ya, know ya givin' me the cold shoulder, shoulder c'mon, look at me, lola, lola ❞
THE REST OF the school day goes as expected; with more sad gazes and 'oh girl, I'm so sorry that he did that to you.' 'I wouldn't know what to do if Amos cheated on me.'
I'm surprised I don't actually peel out of my own skin at the uncomfortableness that lingers with the constant smothering.
You'd think I broke my leg with the amount of empathetic glances.
When the school day does finally come to an end, I'm practically scrambling to leave. I shoot Ames a text saying I'll call her after school and then I decline yet another mass of calls Amos shoots my way.
Does he really think I'm going to let him go after the whole display him and Tate had caused earlier?
Absolutely not.
I order myself an uber to Anthony's school and then make another pitstop to home. All in all I arrive in my bedroom with ten minutes to spare before Micaela picks me up for work.
I rush into my bedroom and pick out black leggings and the ugliest work top known to man.
Frolic Strand's logo consists of a coffee cup with an italic 'F' and 'S' pouring out of it. The top is a cinnamon brown and has 'Frolic Strand' written on the back with a list of countries that venues exist in.
I fix up my ponytail and note down the fact that I should probably wash my hair today. That's if I'm not too lazy after my shift, I doubt I will be because i'm only working for five hours.
After I've stripped out of my school clothes, I stare down at Tate's large hoodie that contrasts against my bed. I should probably wash it...I'll put it in later.
His scent still lingers all over it and for some reason it brings odd comfort to me.
"Don't open the door for anyone!" I call out to Anthony as I leave my bedroom and enter the kitchen. I swing the fridge doors wide open and grab out the pasta that I've pre-packed for the next three days.
"I'm not a dumbass!" He yells back, before getting sucked back into his game.
I move seamlessly around the kitchen to pack a fork and some tissues into a plastic bag that I place on top of the tupperware. When I'm done with the food, I fill up my water bottle with the ice-cold water from the fridge.
A few minutes before I'm supposed to head out I take out my phone and check to see if Mom or Dad have called me.
When neither have, I send them a quick text updating them on how Anthony and I are. I attach a bunch of emojis at the end and then a 'miss you' which does extend my emotions.
