AZA
Thursday. Psychology class. Sean turns around in his seat to pass some worksheets.
"Here you go, Aza."
"Yeah, thanks."
He doesn't turn around. We haven't spoken to each other since going out. He left me a few messages, but I simply ignored them, even if that's rude. I'm not interested in him. I never was, actually.
"Is there a problem?" I say.
His eyes are set on my neck. They widen. "No," he says.
A second passes. He turns around.
"Stop grinning," I say.
"I'm not," Phoenix says.
"You totally enjoyed that."
"A little."
I have to admit, so did I.
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PHOENIX
Lunchtime. I'm standing in the queue, a tray set in front of me. I take out my phone and send 'The Coolest Person Alive' a message.
where are you?
i miss your ass
aza ainsworth's awesome ass
an alliteration
nerd
stuck in class
:(
pouting patient princess
your princess demands you to have lunch with her
right now
nope
shit gtg
sorry byeee
"...It was huge though. I wonder who gave it to her."
Sean and his friend Lewis Mill are standing next to me. I'm pretty sure I know what they're talking about.
"Maybe that Ky guy."
"Thought about that too."
"Why did she go out with you though?"
"Dunno," Sean says. "Because she's a slut?" He chuckles. I feel my grip around the bottle I'm holding tightening. "She does look like one," he says. I really, really feel like throwing the bottle in his face.
"And what exactly do sluts look like?" Lewis says.
"Well, like her."
I think the bottle might explode.
"Sure, Sean."
"What's weird though, is that she wouldn't let me touch her - she wouldn't even let me hold her hand."
"Maybe she's not into douches."
"Come on, every girl's into me."
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Teen FictionPhoenix LeFlore: She is alive. Her brother is dead. People are moving forward. She is standing still. He was everything. Now she has nothing. Aza Ainsworth: She is a soft girl who acts tough. She is a warm girl who was treated coldly. Someone made...
