dickaphobia ➲ c.h

sixth; stalkers rule

                  | s i x; stalkers rule |

Fridays are always the best.

Well not today. I was walking home alone on the streets.

The only thing that was kinda interesting was that Ally's crush noticed her in Art class and started talking to her. She dragged me into the janitor's closer after class (not Esteban) and started jumping around and squealing, all excited.

I've never really seen her that excited since she's always so shy.

I'm really happy for her though because I know how much she liked him. I was kind of like that around Ash..

Icouldn't face him after what happened between us yesterday.

I know I shouldn't have slapped him. That was so wrong to embarrass him like that especially in front of so many people.... Including Calum Hood.

I'll never forget that face he gave me. He looked like he didn't even know who I was...even though he doesn't.

The words he said last week is kind of true now that I think about it.

'I just feel like I know you...but I don't.'

I thought he was crazy when he said that but I feel like I know what he's saying.

As cliché as it sounds, I feel like I've known him my whole life.

But obviously he wouldn't feel that way.

He's probably mad at me judging from the looks of it. He's the only one who knows my fear and knows I'm faking it. Well wait, what if he doesn't believe me now?

Maybe he thought I was lying to him.

Or maybe he thinks I'm some rude ass prick who goes around hurting innocent guys and I had-

"Bye Adickia! Have a terrible weekend you slut!" A horn beeps in the air, cutting off my thoughts.

Before I could even turn around, a liquid surface splashes my face, engulfing me in some cold wet drink.

What. Just. Happened.

It tastes like some ice latte.

I wipe my eyes and open them up to find Dana driving away in her red Ferrari with some guy in the backseat. Her fucking new boyfriend. I don't even know the name but ugh.

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That little flucking twit face silky poop colored hair witchacho. I want to stab her in the buttocks with a cactus.

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When I'm angry, I swear like a hippo.

I want to scream so loud right now but I'm in the middle of the sidewalk and someone will think I'm some crazy chick who just came out of a mental asylum.

I resume walking in a quick pace until I get inside the house.

"Hello Adalia!" Mrs. Flynn greets as she trims her hedges from next door.

I ignore her and stomp in abruptly, slamming the door.

"Ada, why are you barging into the house like that?" Mom starts walking over to me, upset.