I’ve been taught that love is beautiful and kind, but it isnt

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Sydney really didn’t actually like her friends, she just thought that if she told herself enough that she did, it’d happen (but it wasn’t really working out). But hey, at least she was only treated like shit by them and not by everyone in the whole goddamn school. Today, her friends were going on about some new kid. ‘He’s a total weirdo,’ Sabrina, the one who had a class with him, told them. ‘He has, like, no friends and he sits at that one table in the back corner that no one likes. You should go talk to him, Sydney. See what his deal is.’ Sydney rose her eyebrows. “God, why do you guys always make me talk to the people you don’t want to talk to?” She muttered, pushing herself off of the table. She let out a long sigh before she slowly made her way over to him. “Hey,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest and cocking her hip to the side. “What’s your name?”

Being the new kid was difficult, especially in the middle of the year when everyone knew everyone, they had all established their group of friends. Of course it wasn’t any surprise that Bryce just kept to himself, He always did even at his last school he talked to a few people but would’ve rathered just been alone. Looking up from his sketch book, Bryce shut it before she could see anything and stared at the girl that had come from a few tables away. “Hi...” He mumbled, his voice deep and with a slight tinge of an accent pulling through, “Bryce, you are?” He asked as he fiddled with his pencil, curious as to why this girl was talking to him, it was obvious she was the “popular” one, though he always judged to quickly.

Dutch never really liked big house parties (he was more into smaller ones that consisted of a few people), but he was in a much shittier mood than usual (because of his dad) and wanted to try to numb it. Since his parents were going to one of his brother’s sports events, he had their estate all to themselves and didn’t bother stopping his friends when they started inviting a shitload of people. The only person he’d made an effort to invite himself was his best friend. Out of all the fake fucks he’d been ‘friends’ with, she was the only one who was real. She was the only one who knew how much shit he went through with his dad and brother who hated his guts and saw him as a mistake. And although they both claimed that they were 'just friends,’ everyone knew that there was some kind of tension there. And instead of talking about his feelings like he’d been told to so many time, he started acting distant and like he didn’t care. He knew it was fucked up, but he just couldn’t help it. When he learned she would be working that night, he was sort of disappointed because he needed her there to keep him sane, but just as he always did, he pretended he didn’t give a shit. It was nearing midnight at this point, and Dutch was piss drunk after drinking one too many beers. He didn’t necessarily remember how, but he found himself laying on his bed where he resided in the attic with some girl straddling him as they kissed sloppily. He was about to pull off his shirt when he noticed his door open out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he clenched his jaw a swallowed hard at the sight of his friend. “Jesus!” He groaned, watching her run away before the girl crawled off him, muttering some sort of goodbye before disappearing down the stairs. He quickly pushed himself off the bed and ran down the stairs, trying to figure out where she hid. After asking around, he went over to the bathroom and pounded on the door.

Anastasia and Dutch had always understood each other, had always been there for each other, she helped him deal with situations with his dad just like he helped her deal with the absence of her parents twenty-four seven. Thing’s had been tense and weird, Dutch was being distant and She didn’t know why, she blamed her self. Constantly telling herself that she was to difficult to handle even for her own best friend , even for her parents. Nonetheless, the secretive mutual feeling that lied between the two never occured to her. She would’ve never put the two thoughts together. After getting off her shift from the cafe, Anastasia had decided that maybe she would go to the party that everyone had been raving about all weekend. Much to Ana’s surprise she had caught glimpse of Dutch and decided to go talk to him,confront him even. “Dut—-“ Ana said as she swung the door open to see him with some girl, inhaling sharply Anastasia quickly turned and ran off down the stairs. After what seemed like forever of sitting in the bathroom Ana clutched her legs more, “Go away!!” She screamed from the other side.

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