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❝How do I... How do I stop them?"
"You want to stop them?" Rachel raised an eyebrow.
"Yes," I nodded.
She immediately broke out into a high-pitched laugh. "Oh Laura, you can't.❞
Every prestigious high school has this. A group...
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And I can be bad sometimes I'm a real queen I can make grown men cry I can be good sometimes
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"LUCA, WE NEED TO TALK," I told him. He waited by my locker every day now before going to lunch. The A-listers dropped that trend after the first week, and Savien filled their spot as well. But I told her to go along without me.
I'm not sure how that would work out. Her alone, at the A-lister's table. Speaking of tables, if I was going to branch out and maintain my status I needed to clear out a table directly next to the A-listers for my own clique to sit. But I'm more than sure she can handle herself. I'm not sure where Reece sat, probably with the A-listers too now that he's friends with her.
Luca nodded, his happy expression never changing. He was only one or two inches taller than me, shorter than most guys in this school, but it fit him perfectly. He was one of the few South African transfers. And sometimes I wonder what brought his family all the way here. "What's up?"
I waited till the last few students cleared out of the hallway before speaking again. "I might be overthinking things, but before anything more happens, I just want you to know..."
"Yeah...," He pushed. His stupid fucking smile still broad as daylight. It's harder to be a backstabbing bitch to nice people.
"I like you, Luca. You're really such a great guy, and I thought we could take our relationship a bit further," His face lit up even more. How is that even possible? "But I truly do think we'd be better as friends."
And there it goes. His smile dropped, and his shoulders sagged, and I hated myself for a second there. "Oh."
"Luca, you deserve someone better than me," I said. And this time I actually meant it.
"You're already the best out there, Laura," He said, clearly disappointed.
"No, no I'm not. I have my own problems, and I'm not trying to make this some 'it's not you, it's me' type shit. But you deserve someone who isn't a moody, grumpy, piece of shit person," I said, making sure he understood no amount of sadness would change my mind.
