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I feel my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. My elbow is aching, which only causes my anger to rise. Anxious and hyper-aware of these people whispering around me, I look up at the stupid sorority sluts watching me stuff all the shit back into my purse. One of them smirks as she looks straight into my eyes, and I lose it.
“Do you have a fucking problem?” I shout.
Her eyes widen in shock as if she didn’t expect me to confront her blue-eyed, blonde-haired ass.
“Umm no. I’m sorry, I was saying we should offer to help you.” Rolling my eyes, pure heat radiates through my veins, and I envision myself yanking her out of the chair by her perfect hair.
There go your anger issues,my subconscious reminds me.
Ah yes, my anger issues. They consume me no matter how hard I try to control them. A small part of me wishes that it didn’t take over so easily, but hey, I am passionate about the things I love and the things I hate. My mind and body just react accordingly. It’s the aftermath, though, it will hit me and I’ll feel guilty about getting so angry. I fuck up time and time again, reacting to the little devil on my shoulder. That’s why Cora is my best friend; she loves me regardless.
Cora!? What would Cora tell me to do?
I grab the rest of my shit and tell the professor I have to go. He nods and continues teaching, not caring either way.
2
ALEX
Fresh air hits my face as I exit the building my class is in. I make my way to the courtyard and pull my phone out of my purse to text Cora.
Me: hey bitch. I left class because I was about to choke a hoe, where r u?
While I’m waiting for her to respond, I take a seat on a bench near the fountain to try and calm down a little bit. I stare at the sky and take some deep breaths. My brain feels like it's vibrating inside my skull, I’m so overstimulated by that whole situation. It’s usually hot as fuck in Texas but I’m lucky because there is a cool breeze in the air. I close my eyes and imagine I’m at the beach. It's my happy place. My phone pings but instead of rushing to it, I wait a few seconds as I center myself.
Finally able to release some of the tension in my chest, I pull my phone to my face to check the notification.
Cora: at the mall, picking out something new for tonight!
Cora: It's our first party!
Cora: Come meet me, you need an outfit too, Alex.
Me: k
I will never understand why we need new outfits for every fucking thing, but here I go. Anything to make my bestie happy.
Walking into the mall, I see tons of smiling faces and loud laughter. People are just enjoying their lives and I’m immediately annoyed with all the noise. There is a torture that comes with being in public places: I hear everything. The sensory overload drives me crazy.
I know she is going to be inside Steve Madden. I head there first because, ironically, all the stores Cora prefers to shop in are lined up perfectly one after another, as if just for her.
I would never admit it to Cora, but I am a little bit excited about tonight. I won’t allow myself to feel too excited, though. If one thing is certain in my life, it's that if something bad is going to happen it's going to happen to me!
As soon as I walk in, I can see my best friend’s head towering over the racks of clothes. She is at least 6 ft tall, has a long athletic frame, and just the right amount of goods in all the right places. She has subtle curves that I would kill for, my own personal Kendall Jenner. She has long straight strawberry blonde hair. She is stunning. I always try to force her into modeling, but despite being drop-dead gorgeous, my friend doesn’t see her beauty.
I walk up behind her and shout her name, she jumps and I bust out laughing.
“Alex! What the heck? You scared the crap out of me!”
“Well, that’s kind of the point, Cora. It's not my fault you're taller than the damn racks. You should have seen me coming.” She smacks her lips in annoyance.
“You know I hyperfocus when I’m shopping, Alex. I’m in the zone. Besides, it's not my fault you're so short that the racks hide you like a toddler.” Ooh, burn.
“Ouch, Cora.” I place my hand over my heart. “That really hurt my feelings.”
She stares at me with a flat expression on her face and rolls her bright blue eyes.
“Spare me the dramatics, Alex Monroe. You have no feelings. In fact, how are you even breathing? Do you even have a pulse?” That’s fair, I think to myself.
