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He's. . . hot, popular, and proud.
She's. . . plain, eccentric, and persistent.
There's nothing common between them except that they hate each other. Not good, right? But why is he determine...
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ღ Finding Cinderella- 28 ღ
-Kylie-
I glared at Tristan, and he glared back at me.
We were sitting at our respective tables in the cafeteria, twenty-feet or so away from each other. Neither of us were willing to get up and go to the other, so we settled on exchanging text messages and throwing glances at each other. I had told him that I wanted to invite Julianne and Lacey to hang out with us after school, and this was what he had replied:
You can't.
Breaking the staring contest with him, I returned to my phone and typed: Come on. They're your friends, too. Besides, they say the more the merrier!
Him: No.
Oh, Jesus.
Me: WHY
Him: Don't ask. You just can't bring them.
Ugh. This whole thing would look like a date! Didn't he think it was awkward? We were not kids anymore. I considered canceling the plan, but canceling was the worst thing I could do.
Me: WHY
Him: Do you have words to say other than why?
I snorted a laugh as I typed back: No. Why?
He made no immediate reply. Without turning back to him, I could see him making a heavy sigh and hitting his face with his palm.
A minute later, he sent me: Fine, suit yourself. Bring whoever you want, I don't care.
Breaking out into a huge grin, I responded: YAAAYY and turned my head to stick my tongue out at him. Tristan sent me his pursing-lips-and-deadpan-look combo, and I laughed before facing back my table where I was met with Julianne and Lacey's inquisitive stares.
"What?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing, sis," Lacey sang and popped a slice of carrot in her mouth. "I notice you're blushing a lot lately."
I didn't even realize I was blushing until she made that remark. A crafty smile passed over Julianne's face, and she continued to eat her lunch in silence.
"I... I am? It's only because of the heat," I said, trying to sound nonchalant, though I was not quite sure why I was trying to be nonchalant. "Anyway, you guys are coming with me after school."
Lacey's eyes sparkled. "Are we finally going to shop for your clothes?"
"No, Lacey, I'm broke," I said. "We're just going to hang out at Crest."
"No. Nah-uh." Julianne waved her hand at Lacey to get her attention. "Don't accept her invitation."
