Ash's pov

I speed-walked down the street, handbag and high-heels in hand as tears streamed down my face.

It's bad enough that I'm walking all the way home barefoot.

Adore is going to be so mad that I ruined her shoes...

...I'll buy her new ones.

I sobbed quietly as I reached a bus stop, sitting down on the bench. I set my things down beside me and buried my face in my hands.

I sobbed quietly, my body shaking as I cried. My makeup was smeared all over my face. Ew.

To make matters worse, raindrops started to pour from the sky.

I looked up and groaned. "Can anything get any worse?!" I cried.

A man with a beanie came rushing towards me.

With a gun his hands.

Oh my God.

"Give me your purse," he gestured towards my handbag with the gun. I stood up, quickly, with shaking hands, and slapped the gun out of his hand.

He stood there, dumbfounded.

"N-no." I replied in a shaky tone, trying to be badass but failing miserably.

I'm scared and angry, alright?

I kicked the gun away. "I broke my nose today, got pranked on my date today, as you can tell, by my crush since fourth grade, ruined five-hundred dollar shoes, that I'm supposed to return to its original owner, also ruined two hours worth of makeup and my hair, and also ruined this three-hundred dollar dress, and now this shit? I don't think so, swiper." I snapped angrily.

He took a step back, before sprinting away. I sighed, taking my hair out of its tight, saggy bun. A bus eventually came to its stop and I grabbed my belongings, stepping onto the bus, leaving trails of goo behind.

Later...

I banged on Adore's front door, knowing she'll answer it because her parents are out of town. The door was swung open by a smiling Adore, who's smile immediately disappeared when she saw me.

I threw my arms to my side as I made what sounded like a whine before bursting into a fit of tears.

"Awe, baby." She said with pity as she stretched her arms out, indicating for me to hug her.

I wrapped my arms around her, soaking and making her clothes gooey. "You don't care that I'm dirtying your clothes?" I asked through sobs.

She shook her head as she held me, bringing me inside and closing the door. We let go of each other and her eyes darted to the shoes.

"I'm so sorry Adore, I'll buy you new-"

"It's okay," she shook her head, signaling that it was nothing. "You should probably take a shower, take as long as you want because I know the shower is your therapist, and we'll talk later. I'll warm you up some cocoa." She said calmly.

I cocked my head at her. "What ever did I do to deserve you?" I asked quietly before walking upstairs and taking a warm shower.

After da shower...

"Here's your cocoa." Adore said, handing me a coffee cup before sitting beside me, covering herself with some blankets that we're sharing.

"I'm sorry that I ruined your favorite pyjamas." I frowned. She waved a hand at me. "It's fine, I'll buy new one's."

"And to make it up to you, I'll save up to buy a new pair of those heels, and when we go shopping sometime again, I'll pay for everything, because I promised I would take care-"

"Ash, it's okay, really. How were you supposed to know that Derick was a douchebag? You know if you take out the E and the R in his name, it spells Dick?"

I nearly choked on my cocoa.

"What even happened? Tell me every detail." She said as got in a more comfortable position.

So I did. Every detail from when she dropped me off. How my legs trembled, how the first thing I saw before getting gooed was Derick's buds, I even told her the color of the bucket.

I told her about the brunette that laughed at me, about how everyone in the parking was staring at me and trying to hold in a laugh, and how I kneed Derick's balls as hard as I could.

"Wait, you kneed him in the nuts?! Are you insane?!" Adore said loudly with wide eyes. I nodded slowly. "Yeah, I even felt it in my knee. That shit hurt."

Adore slowly shook her head, clicking her tongue. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're in some deep shit." She said, sipping on her cocoa.

I shrugged. "Eh, whatever, he'll get over it."

The next day...

I stood by my locker, waiting for Adore to show up any minute now. As I waited impatiently, I shoved my phone into my back pocket.

I tapped my foot against the dirty school hall floors to the rhythm of the song I was listening to, my arms crossed against my chest.

My eyes widened as I saw Derick angrily walking towards me with clenched fists.

Slowly backing away, I tripped over my own feet, immediately standing back up and running for my dear life.

But just then, he chased after me, barely catching up.

Until he tripped.

I turned around, still running but a little slower, grimacing yet laughing hysterically at the same time as I saw Derick sprawled out on the ground.

I faced forward, still running at a fast pace and laughing to myself.

That was until I bumped into a hard chest.

I looked up at the person who that hard ass chest belonged to and, surprise, surprise, it was both of Derick's friends.

"Ow," I mumbled, rubbing my nose. They slowly crept closer to me as I backed away, only bumping into another chest.

First of all, why is everyone taller than me?

Also, surprise, surprise, it was Derick himself.

This is how I wish it went:

Clenching my fists, I punched Derick, busting his lip open as he cried in pain. Blood dropped from his mouth as he ran off, crying.

I spun around, glaring at the two boys in front of me. They flinched, and ran off as fast as possible.

This is how it actually went:

"H-hey!" I said, "Look, can-can't we work this out like normal celestial beings, I mean, come on, why are you guys so immature?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

Derick clenched his jaw. "Us? Immature? You kicked my dick!" He spat.

I flinched, blinking multiple times before holding my hands up in defense. "Well," I started quietly as I brushed my hair out of my face. "Maybe if you didn't fucking POUR FUCKING GREEN ASS GOO SHIT ON ME NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED YOU DICKWAD! GOOD LUCK HAVING KIDS WITH YOUR FUCKED UP, UNCIRCUMCISED DICK!" I hissed in his face.

His jaw hardened even more, inching closer to me, our faces centimeters apart.

"My dick is not uncircumcised." He whispered coldly. I glared at him, narrowing my eyes. "Then why are you whispering?" I whispered back, a grin resting on my face.

His cheeks lightly blushed as he stepped back. "This ain't over." He stated, walking away with his buds. I cocked an eyebrow, "You sure?" I asked, spinning around on my heel and walking to my class and adjusting my shoulder strap.

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