rule 15 • but i need him to like me because i'm scared of being alone

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"we're even."

"yeah. sure."

"i still hate you, though."

"i hate you more."

"can i insult you now?"

"yeah. can i insult you?"

"sure."

"you smell even worse than usual. you smell like cheese. forgot deodorant again?"

"i hope you walk into a pole because you never look away from your phone."

"because i'm staring at my own posts, duh."

"you're self obsessed."

"and everybody else loves it."

"everybody besides me."

"because you wanna be unique so bad."

adam rolled his eyes.

a boy walked into our class, and he stopped speaking.

i held back laughter.

"is that mateo? what's wrong with his head?" adam asked.

"you mean his fucking haircut?" i covered my mouth.

"it looks horrible."

"like you."

"you should get your haircut like that."

"and look like him? fuck no."

"you're so fucked up, cherry."

"you're the one laughing at his hair!"

"because it looks so bad!"

adam and i laughed.

"what's so funny?" the teacher asked.

"yeah, what's so funny?" mateo mocked from his seat, laughing with his friends.

"your hair." adam said quickly.

i laughed, forgetting that it was adams joke that i was laughing at.

some of my friends raised their eyesbrows, whispering to each other.

adam looked at me and grinned.

"that's not nice." the teacher said, placing down two sheets of paper.

it was part of our homework.

"i got a 98." adam said, shoving his paper in my face. "what'd you get, stupid?"

another rule of revenge; always outshine them. be better than them at everything.

they get a new phone? get a newer one.

"a 99. stupid." i held up my paper.

he rolled his eyes.

"wow. you were just smiling at me, and now you're mad?" i questioned.

"we were bonding for a moment over our mutual hatred for mateo. that's not friendship." adam reminded.

"i don't wanna be your friend." i glanced over at mateo, who glared at me.

my phone went off with a notification.

a friend of mine coughed, covering up the sound.

i smiled at her gratefully.

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