𝙎𝙃𝙀'𝙎 𝘼𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇, 𝙈𝙔 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇.
Diana Blake was who everyone in Hawkins wanted to be or be with. Her family name held power in the town and she wore her popularity like a crown. Until she discovered that her crown was made with...
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SINCE THE MOMENT THEY MET, Robin Buckley considered Diana Blake a friend. They suffered through English class together and bonded over early mornings and pointless essays about old books. They gossiped and rambled in hushed tones so their teacher wouldn't catch them. They passed notes, discussed their favourite movies, and even had inside jokes.
The only problem was that Robin didn't think Diana felt the same way.
Diana was a Blake. If their town was a jungle, her family was at the top of the food chain. The Blakes were beautiful, rich, kind, and smart. Charm and sarcasm ran though their veins. They were as alluring as they were intimidating. Diana was no different from any other member of her family, not her siblings or her parents. Everyone wanted to be her and for a brief moment in time, Robin wanted to be with her.
She was fine with the fact that their friendship was one-sided. How could someone as perfect as Diana Blake ever be friends with someone like her? Someone who was far less wealthy or put together? Someone who let their mouth run until annoyance filled the air? Someone who felt so wrong in their own skin? Diana didn't see her as a friend. The only reason they spoke was so their class wasn't spent in awkward silence.
Robin couldn't be more wrong. And it wasn't until she stumbled upon Diana crying in the back of the library that it was proven to her.
"Diana?"
The girl looked up quickly. It was obvious she didn't expect to see anybody else in the library. She would have been right if Robin wasn't behind in three classes. Wiping her tears away with the sleeve of her sweater, she gave the most pathetic smile Robin had ever seen.
"Uh— Robin, hey."
Robin's brow raised as she stepped forward. "Are you... Are you okay? You're crying."
Diana shook her head. "I'm not crying," she denied defensively.
"Yes, you are," Robin pressed. "There are tears."
"There's no tears."
"Yes, there are."
"No, there aren't."
"Yes—"
"Robin," Diana all but pleaded. "I'm fine."
A meek smile pulled itself onto Robin's lips. "Sorry."
Diana sighed and leaned her head back until it rested against the wall behind her. Her eyes closed as the exhaustion of emotion hit her. She didn't want to cry. She hated it. Loathed it. Crying was for babies and weak people who couldn't keep it together—or at least that's what her parents led her to believe. Her recent display of emotions over the past few days was certainly taking a toll on her.
