Loving yourself is hard. Trying to find love in a family who objectified you? Seems like work. But try finding love in someone as a hopeless romantic too.
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Smart, nerdy, pretty, and kind are all the words she's gotten used to. Being a Junior in...
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"You're here to tell me that you got partnered up with the Matteo for a year-long project?" Danica exaggerated while painting her nails on the floor while I lie on my back, my head having from the desk.
"I mean, I don't know why he is so mean to me! I don't even know him."
"Well, Evie, one thing you have to learn is he's quite the guy, " she laughs and I fight my urge to throw a pillow at her.
That's quite an understatement. I just spent my whole drive back here first the lump in my throat because I knew I was about to cry. If there's one thing I know about him it's that he knows exactly how to belittle someone. Makes me wonder what he finds most interesting in philosophy when he doesn't have a heart.
"Don't take it to heart, he's always that mean to people."
"Not a proper excuse for me to just stop fighting," I tell her and she laughs.
"You always manage to make everything sound so dramatic, "
I groan at her response and stared at the ceiling, deep in thought.
I'm not just what you think of me. That's what I should've said when I had the chance. Letting him walk away with the last laugh is probably one of the most regretful things I have ever done. He didn't deserve that victory. I'm just not so used to confrontation.
I grew up in a small town in Nashville before we moved to LA. Everyone knew who I was and vice verse. No one was so mean or so nice, they were all human. I thought that if they can maintain that then everyone could. All of that was the reason why I have a very high tolerance for people's dark attitudes. I'm always optimistic which made romantic films seem so realistic to me.
I never expected that the one day that would change was because of a green-eyed boy with piercings and tattoos.
It feels insulting actually that suddenly I meet him and things shift from one to another. He's a disgrace to men and that's quite a title to hold.
"Really, believe me, once you get to know him then it wouldn't be as bad." She shrugged, fishing at her beautiful pink nails and I sat up to grab my phone and scroll through Instagram. The same boring feed shows itself again and not even a few seconds pass and I'm already throwing my phone down to the bed.
Perhaps I'm way too worried about Matteo. He's a poison to my mind so I don't really blame myself for being quite occupied by him. But I need to clear my head.
I got off of my bed and headed to my closet to get changed into my sports gear.
When my mind is full I like to go on a hike or run. Running seemed like a proper metaphor when it comes to me dealing with problems, for the most parts at least.
"Going somewhere?" Danica asked.
"I'm going for a run, you coming?" I offered while picking up my shoes.
