Faris Fierre

Sasha has always hated you. From Elementary school to now Senior year. She’s hated how much more pretty you were, how petite. It was so fucking annoying. How you seemed so effortlessly better. It was a fucking joke, right?

Not to mention Faris’, her boyfriend’s eyes always upon you. Watching you. Since middle school. He thought you hated him. Because you did. His stares always got you shitted on for it.

You sat there, on the stage steps of the auditorium, eating. He comes.. his shadows practically lurking.

“Hey um, I’m Faris.. Sasha’s b-boyfriend..”

You stared at him like he wasn’t worth any more than the corroded school lunch.

“Sasha’s boyfriend? Boy, if you don’t get the fuck out my face.” you scoffed and stood up, nearly walking away.

“No,” he grabs your wrist. “No, ugh, sorry,” he let go. “Sorry I just.. I wanted to talk? Please? I just wanted to be your friend. I have for a while. You seem cool.. my type of friend. Please?” he sounded needy. Pathetic. Like he craved this. Like no lie was told.

You stare.

“Fine,” You rolled your eyes but didn’t dare sit down.

“Than-thanks.. can I eat with you?”