Brenda wanted a normal school year. Instead her mom died.
Salma needed space from her sister and terrible ex. Or else she'd lose her mind.
Delilah didn't think she'd have any more problems after moving far from her hometown. That was until she becam...
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❝...unrequited love does not die; it's only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded. For some unfortunates, it turns bitter and mean, and those who come after pay the price for the hurt done by the one who came before.❞
― Elle Newmark
💔BRENDA💔
One thing became a solidified, irrefutable fact. I hated Scott.
I hated his sly side comments he thought no one heard but everyone surely did, I hated his loyalty to everyone besides me, and I couldn't stand his stupid, arrogant, heavenly handsome face.
The longer I fought against it, the closer I became on the verge of losing my peace of mind. Not thinking about him became an actual chore for me, slipping into daydreams when I should be studying or attentive at work. I wanted to quit giving in to the burning desires that riddled my mind, threatening to ruin our friendship.
That was how an intimate relationship looked like for me. All it could do was irreversible damage. Scott was already seeing a girl on campus. Breaking that up would only start an issue, making me the villain I had no interest in being.
After confronting him about it, Scott assured me that his new lover wasn't something he was hiding from me. It "slipped" his mind. To be honest, I was hurt that he didn't bring her up at all. I didn't like being in the dark about my own best friend's love life.
The sight of her, kissing him without a care in the world at who saw, made me slink back into the parking lot with a growing pain in the center of my chest. Her arrival into my world was like a ton of bricks crashing in, cracking the ground I stood on and making me a little uneasy. I was off-balance in life. My focus was in the wrong place ever since I saw her.
The girl that had stolen Scott's attention was named Rita. Her golden tan skin made her look like she had just walked off from a beach photoshoot. She had slim frame and the height of a runway model. The corner her eyes consistently had black eyeliner whenever I caught her in the quad or saw Scott bring her over.
As November approached, Scott brought her around more. He should be honing his reading skills, preparing for his science midterm.
But instead, he took Rita out on date nights, arriving home late at night, bought her flowers on Tuesdays because that's when they shared class. I didn't get if he was showering her with all this affection since it was the first leg of the relationship, still dwindling in the dreamy state of the honeymoon phase.
Whatever it was, though, it was excruciating to witness.
I saw those flowers on Monday morning, and I wished they were for me. Even when I should be sleeping, I stayed up and heard their footsteps come in late, late a night, giggling to themselves and tossing their shoes at the door as they raced up to his room. Every bit of me wondered how it would've been like for us, pondering on how our love story would play out. Would he be the same to me? Would he be better?
