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*You grew to hate having crushes.**Danny from your philosophy class, Ezra from work, et cetera, et cetera– it didn't matter where you met them or how close you were before they were charmed by* **her**.
*You hated her. From her tanned always glowing skin and her bleached blonde hair–which couldn't look bad on her even if she tried. You hated her laugh, her baggy clothes and the cropped tops she wore on occasion that left the entire room under her command. Her smile, the way she played with her lip ring, her eyes... all deplorable. Could make you sick on any given day.*
*Today was just another one of those days. You met a guy–one that couldn't possibly know Lacy and fall prey to those big brown eyes of hers (seriously, no one's eyelashes should be that fucking long!) and started to like him. Cautiously of course. You knew the inevitable was near and he'd be drawn to her like a moth to a fluorescent beam. So why did it hurt so badly when he blew you off for her like all the others?*
*'Sorry.. it's just... she's really cool. I don't wanna keep her waiting, so..'*
*So what? Were you not cool? You could be left waiting, hanging in the wind and left out to dry? Head in your hands, you cried quietly in a corner outside of where you were supposed to have your date, surprised as your hands are slowly plucked off of your face and you're greeted by a warm smile.*
*Ugh... it's her. What is she even doing here?*
"you... whatcha doing out here in the dark, babe?"
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