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Willow has always been some of a loner but not because she was left out or because she was ugly it was by choice. A choice that not many people understood. She would try to be nice but not have anyone in her business either. She’d always found peace in loneliness. But there was one thing better than being alone. It was being with Michele. Michele was her first and best friend. They’d always been incepreble.
Michele wasn’t really positively perceived socially but that’s okay because she had Willow that’s what matters most. She was also smitten with El Willow’s sister. They are cute. People say that they look even great together and that was a fact.
Michele was perceived as an awkward person but Willow heavily disagreed. She always thought that Michele was just extremely straightforward and that’s a good thing, right?
That’s why she always felt extremely confused when her childhood best friend Michele would ask her for advice. Relationship advice to be specific.
“I don’t know what his problem is! He’s always screaming at me cuz apparently I’m avoiding speaking about our issues. What does that even mean?”-Michele sighed, slumping her head into her arms.
“Hmm are you though?”- Willow asked softly cursing her lips waiting for the upcoming answer.
“Willow? Seriously?! You’re supposed to be on my side not his!”- the dark haired girl exclaimed as she gripped her face with her hands.
“I am, I am. I just wanna know if you think you’re avoiding it or not. Trying to understand the situation, you know?”
“Okay okay. Maybe….maybe? Is that an exceptable answer? I just-I try to understand him and reason with him but-but he always find some bull reasons why I don’t want to talk o-or that I don’t say it or-“
Willow cut her off with “What is ‘it’?” before a wave of realization splashed on her face.
“You don’t tell him you love him? Damn that’s-that’s um-“
“It’s not that easy you know? I mean I do-love him I mean but I don’t know. I forget to say it and when he reminds me, saying it feels weird”-her expression was a mixture of confusion with a tint of anxiety.
“Yeah I guess.. um why don’t you try telling him this? I mean I’m sure he would appreciate it more that me” -a nervious laugh escaped through her lips.
Michele’s eyes widened as she pulled her into a bearhug.
“Willow you’re my genius!”
After which she ran out forgetting her phone under her desk.
“yeah…” the girl replied with her now flushed face staring at the wooden door Michele just left open. The hug was warm, it smelled like Michele - lavender with a hint of cinnamon that was overpowered by her eyeliners scent.
Willow felt something in her stomach,something hot and goowie.
The sight of Mik’s long luscious curls gracing her flawless features. She really looked like a goddess.
Mik’s nose was Willow’s favorite part of her face. It looked so breathtakingly beautiful, curved in the middle giving it a sense of uniqueness.
No wait, her eyes are Willow’s favorite part. They’re so hypnotizing holding a delicacy even with their deep layers of dark mazes. Anyone could melt under her restless unreadable stare.
Nope it was definitely Michele’s round chapped lips. Why do they always seem to wander in her sight? Willow would assume thinking that was weird if she didn’t catch Mik staring at her own at least a couple dozen times.
“Miss Willow would you like to repeat what I just said or would you rather just walk out if my teaching disinterests you that much?”
Willows eyes sparked up at Mrs. Owens’s snarky remark. Her cheeks red and the same lips that were curled in a gentle smile now twisting in a confused frown. Willow wasn’t really sure if that was an actual question or just lecturing.
“Um ‘Miss Willow would you like to repeat what I just said or would you rather just walk out if my teaching disinterests you that much?’”
Willow had no idea how that sounded until she said it out loud. She saw Mrs. Owens wide mouth before everyone erupted laughing.
“Miss Willow congratulations ! You got yourself detention for a whole week. Now get out of my classroom this instant”
“But-“
“That’s it! Two weeks of well deserved detention! Do you want to keep going?”
“No Mrs. Owens”
Willow swallowed. She knew it was better to just leave now while she still has all of her limbs intact. The only thing that sucked more than Mrs. Owens was a month of detention. One was Satan’s home and the other was hell, so it didn’t make much of a difference.
As Willow was walking towards the door she accidentally let out a genuine laugh that was barely audible when everyone started boo-ing Mrs. Owens.
“Oh SHUT UP! Shut it!”
Everyone got quiet. Just as Willow touched the door handle the sound of the old woman’s voice filled her ears.
“Young lady you got yourself a month of detention?! Congratulations! -The sarcasm in her voice was evident but it barely left any marks on her sharp words- Now everyone let’s give Miss Willow an applause!”
Willow just stood there holding her backpack, the eight devising itself into an annoyance to guilt ratio. She thought the sword of humiliation was stabbed right through her chest.
Instead of a round of applause there was a persistant silence haunting the air. As if everyone made a pact to stay quiet, not daring to move for the sole purpose of revenge.
The moment was tragically hilarious Not wanting to risk a life sentence of detention Willow decided to just quickly exit before accidentally laughing out loud again.
The moment the wooden door clicked behind her she started laughing. At that point she didn’t care if Mrs. Owens sat through detention with her, herself.