"Even you have to admit, they look smokin' hot together."
Anais stares at the picture.
Anais stares at Lucky and Alli.
587 likes, already.
Lucky'd posted the picture like, an hour ago.
Fuck all of those likes.
It'd been two weeks.
Two weeks since Lucky'd made Alli his girlfriend.
"Oh, no the fuck I don't," she says, receiving a few looks from the very few students already sat in the lab for astronomy.
"Anais, don't tell me you don't think they're hot."
"Are you saying that Alli is prettier than me?"
"Maybe I am, bitch."
"Fuck you, Cara."
Cara laughs aloud. "I'm gonna like it for you-"
"Hell no you're not!" Anais screams, and people have turned around because Cara is laughing and Anais is straddling her, attempting to reach around her friend to grab the iPhone from her hands.
"Cara! Fuckin'-Cara! Don't you fucking-Cara Delevingne!"
People are laughing and staring.
"Ouch, bitch!" Cara drew back. "You slapped me!"
"Ha ha! That's what you get!"
"I didn't even like it, you crazy woman," she holds the phone to Anais' face. "See?"
Anais stares at the unmarked heart. "Oh, shit."
"Shit's right," Cara double taps. "Now I did."
"Cara!"
Anais snatches the phone. "Fuck! Now I can't unlike it!"
"So? It's his five hundred and eighty-eight like," Cara folds her arms. "It's not like he's gonna see and care, anyway."
"But, I care," she replies through gritted teeth.
"And he doesn't since he's posting pictures like this," Cara scoffs. "God, you're obsessed, Anais-"
"No, I'm so fucking not."
"The first step's admitting it."
"I'm not obsessed with him."
"Too late for you to lie. Soo already told me."
"Fuck Soo!"
"You need a distraction," Cara nods.
"I don't."
"This isn't a question," she says. "You need something-or someone to do while you get over your obsession-"
"I'm not obsessed."
"-with Lucky. I'm telling Soo."
"Nooo!" Anais cries. "Cara, don't! If you tell Soo I'll never be able to live this down, girl."
"Good," Cara nods. "So, c'mon. Let's do it, then. Let's make you a shag list.'"
"Pourquoi?"
"Let's make a list of all the hot guys you wanna shag," Cara shrugs. "Duh."
"Cara," Anais sighed into her hands. "You've got to be shitting me."
She points to herself. "Do I look like I'm takin' a shit to you?"
"Yes."
"Okay, so let's pick," Cara says, flipping now through the pictures on her own phone.
"Pick what?"
"Your next squeeze," she laughs. "What else?"
"Um, excuse me?"
Cara ignores her, "What about him?" She asks, holding up Instagram.
"Luka?"
Cara nods.
"Nah, not my type."
"Okay, then how 'bout Benjamin?"
"Not feeling the sceptum." Anais says. "Or the white hair."
"Okay, then Duncan? Ana, don't deny he's smokin'."
"He looks like Luka!"
"They're best friends!"
"Keep looking."
Cara smiles smugly. "Oh, someone's come around to my 'shag' idea, I see..."
"Just look, Cara!"
"Whatever-How about Geron?"
"Isn't he with Chanel?"
"Nope, she's single again. How 'bout Adonis, then?"
"Thought he liked Malaika."
"Firth? No fuckin' way..."
"Yeah, they were like, all over each other at the show," Anais shakes her head. "Look, how about we find guys who aren't in our social circle for once."
"Fine," Cara nods. "Then fuck Louis, then."
Anais scoffs. "My best friend? That Louis?"
"He's hot."
"That's a shit idea, Cara."
"Then, what about his friend?"
"Which one?"
"The one..." She waves her arms around her head. "You know, the one with that hair..."
"Harry?"
"Yeah-He liked you, Ana. Probably still does."
"Harry's not my type, Cara."
"What? He's everyone's type. Jesus-Anais, so you don't want a guy from Design, then? What does that leave?"
"There's other programs besides design in Tisch, and there sure as hell are other schools."
"Just none that matter," Cara laughs, and as she looks up and realizes that it's nearly five minutes to five her eyes fall on the newcomer into the class.
"How 'bout him?"
"Who?"
Cara nudges Anais, motioning towards the guy who is actually staring in her direction.
Anais chokes on a laugh. "Zayn?" She whispers.
"He's in Tisch," Cara prods. "He's like, art school's resident bad boy."
Anais laughs. "Okay, are we even talking about the same person?"
Cara nods. "I heard he's a good lay."
Anais scoffs. "From who? His mother? Cara, he barely speaks. How's he supposed to get girls, anyway?"
"Uh, are you blind? Just look at 'im."
Truth.
"God," Cara sighs, rubbing her temples. "You need a man."
"Tell me about it."
"Maybe, if you weren't, oh, I don't know, working always you might have a real boyfriend by now," Cara grabs for her purse. "Dunno. Just a thought."
"Yeah, excuse me for not wanting to be broke after college."
"All I'm sayin's that maybe Lucky didn't go for you because-"
Anais gasps, horrified. "Because what?"
"Because, ahem," she taps the open sketchbook, "this is like, the only thing I ever see you do. You're designing outfits when we go eat and you've got that thing in your bag when we go shop and-"
"I can't help that I literally design the most perfect dresses for Rihanna to wear everywhere," she scoffs, flipping to one of her favorite designs. "Can you see her in this at the Grammy's-? I sure as hell can."
"All I'm saying, is that you're my best friend and I love you, but you're gonna have to put the book down one day to get the other things you want. Dunno. Just sayin'-"
"Love you too, Cara."
She laughs, placing a quick kiss on Anais' cheek before she rises to her feet.
"Dinner tonight?"
"Your place?"
Cara nods. She lives on campus in a suite way bigger than Anais and Soo's apartment. "Of course," and she slings her purse over her shoulder, making her way towards the exit. "Have fun in class."
"Ha-" Anais snorts as she watches Zayn make his way towards her. "Yeah right."
-~*~-
Acual picture of Lucky Blue Smith and Alli Simpson. Like, I've got to attach more pics of Lucky just so you all can get a full picture of just how hot he is because it's actually astounding.
Next chapter it's all Zanais turn up for this encounter.
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