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Sasha Williams is NOT your stereotypical rich girl who struts about the hallways with Louboutins.
All she wants, this final year, is to stay with her best friends, binge-watch movies, be the best wing woman a...
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1 Week Later
"Ms. Williams, could you please pay attention in class for once?" Mrs. Sandra calls me out and I immediately feel embarrassed.
"I'm sorry", I say for the hundredth time in the past two weeks.
I look around to see my friends giving me concerned looks but I instantly avert my gaze. I look at Ryan who winks at me and smirks.
Yes, he's in this class and yes, he knows that I'm not "Penelope".
What a surprise...Hint the sarcasm.
He's been incredibly flirty with me and I'm trying my real best to not get too worked up over it. He's so infuriating!
He's such a...
Such a...
Chameleon!
Mrs. Sandra sighs theatrically, "A single essay which surprisingly earned you an A shouldn't make you over-confident Miss. Williams. You need to pay a lot more attention in class—"
"She already apologised...Can't we just continue?" Anne says and gives Mrs. Sandra a challenging look.
Mrs. Sandra raises her eyebrows at Anne but the latter remains unfazed.
I look at the back of Anne's head and a small tinge of anger wells up in me.
I could've handled it with an apology, she didn't have to create a scene.
But I immediately shoot that feeling down. She's just trying to help.
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Ever since I looked up Matt's ex-girlfriend, whose name I learned is Paige, on Instagram, I've pushed myself to keep Matt and I's conversations to a minimum.
This has invariably led to me being distant from my other friends.
Don't get me wrong, we still talk, we still gossip, and so on, but it's not like before.
I've lessened my participation in their conversations.
And they've noticed it.
I don't want them to worry about me, I definitely don't need that. But it's so hard to even pretend that I'm okay when every time I look at him, all I see is the girl he probably still loves. The beautiful, sexy, hot Paige.
