Oᴘᴇɴ;;
[ The drink going down her throat as she listened to his words. Guilt spreading throughout her
— or was it the beverage? ]
❝Not entirely true. We party yes, but we don’t laugh at the inferior. Or are you actually comparing life to the movie Mean Girls? Because I may be a bitch but I’m no Regina George.❞
[ fucking Regina George was dumb. She’s a genius. ]
[He stared her down blankly for a few moments.
He didn’t exactly do well with alcohol.
Not in the past and not now.]
❝Right, you’re not a character in a movie. You don’t laugh at us, that’s too optimistic. You don’t even notice us. We’ve gone to school together for as long as I remember and you didn’t even know my name until you almost died.❞
[The years he put into loving her. He shouldn’t have been do disappointed, but it had made him bitter nonetheless.]
[He wasn’t being entirely fair, but the alcohol in his system made him say the things he had the good sense not to while sober.]
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