May's POV. I stormed around Riley's room, my frustration boiling over. "That... That thing! How could she do this?!" I spat out, my anger evident in me. Riley glanced at me, a mix of anger and concern clouding her face. "Chill, girl," she said, stifling a yawn, "getting angry won't solve anything. Besides, I never liked that girl anyway." Her nonchalant attitude grated on my nerves, and I let out a frustrated grunt before collapsing onto the bed.Riley was my best friend, she knows everything about me and I know everything about her. I told her everything, including Wendy's secret identity... It's no big deal for her. In everyone's eyes, Wendy was my best friend but in my eyes, it was Riley, it has always been Riley. I was seething, my mind racing with thoughts of betrayal. How could Wendy do this to me? I'd been there for her in her darkest moments, helping her when no one else would. I should've seen this coming, should've cut ties when I had the chance. But no, I let her in, let
Wendy's POV. Few weeks later."Is everything cool with you Wendy, you're looking disturbed." Ann asked as she took the seat opposite mine in the cafeteria. I looked up at her with a wide smile, "Hey Anna, what's up with you and where's Tess?" I asked, biting into my burger that I've been playing with since I ordered it. "Tess's coming, she's busy with her new boyfriend." She replied with a playful grin and I just chuckled before following her eyes direction. True to her words, Tess was talking to a guy, John precisely, May's ex-crush. I guess the guy has had it up with May and decided to look elsewhere. I'm glad he now understands that he has no chance as long as May is concerned. "John is a good one, I heard he's building up his own business now, once he finishes his internship, he'll become his own boss, pretty good huh?" Anna asked and I nodded with a smile.I know John was gonna make it big, the boy's pretty smart and such a great chef, he makes most of the students favorite,
Wendy's POV. I withdraw my hand slowly away from his grasp and look at him with surprise, I don't know what confession he was talking about. I don't wanna hear any confession, if he wanna do some confession, he can simply go to the church and do it there, I'm the wrong person to confess to. "Um, I don't really know what to say..." I stammered, my voice betraying a hint of nervousness as I tried to maintain composure. The last thing I wanted was to be the recipient of some dramatic revelation, especially not in the bustling cafeteria where prying eyes stared at us. "What are you talking about, did anything happen during your holiday?" I pressed, hoping to steer the conversation away from whatever confession he has in mind. My mind raced with possibilities, each one more daunting than the last.If Stan harbored romantic feelings for me, it would only complicate our friendship and disrupt the delicate balance of my life. If the professor sees this now, he's gonna be mad at me and I do
Wendy's POV. I dropped on the bench near the school football pitch and stared at some of the students playing some games. I longed to join but I never gathered that courage to get involved in any sporting activities or maybe I was just too busy with studies to engage in anything. School had been good to me, life had been good except for my best friend's behavior that was really off key. I tried to sort things out despite not knowing what I did to deserve her cold shoulders again but she seems hell bent on not wanting to solve the problem so I've let the issue rest, though I'm not giving up on our friendship but it really hurts when she does that to me. It really does hurt. May's squad stayed away from me except for Anna of course, she doesn't seem to care about anything, she was always there for me. According to what I heard, May asked them to cut it off with me and if none of them comply, the person would be off her group of friends but I don't think May would do such a thing but
Wendy's POV. Stepping out of Kira's car, a grateful smile spread across my face as I turned to thank her. "Thank you so much, Kira, but I really shouldn't accept rides from you anymore. You have the restaurants to run."Kira waved off my protest with a grin. "Oh, come on! How could I not give my lucky star a ride to school? Besides, I don't mind being your personal chauffeur," she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.I chuckled, genuinely happy for her newfound convenience now that she had a car. Transportation wouldn't be a hassle for her and her family anymore... Especially the kids. "Alright, alright, stop spoiling me and get going. The boss can't be absent from work," I joked, playfully shooing her away before closing the car door."I wouldn't have to bother had your stupid friend not start acting up again, I don't know who gets angry at some without a valid reason, she's just stupid and I doubt if she's even your friend at all, if I have a friend like that, I would prepare
Wendy's POV. As the class ended, I bolted out of the room like a bat out of hell, my mind spinning in different possibilities of how things can go awfully wrong."What the hell?!" I muttered, barely able to comprehend the situation. "How? What was he doing here and... Good Lord!" I pleaded internally, feeling utterly overwhelmed. "Please help me, I beg you. I can't handle this shit right now. How the fuck do I cope with this?""Wendy!" A voice called out, but I refused to acknowledge it. All I wanted was to find a quiet corner to think about the latest messy development in my life. I need to think and I have to think of solutions too. He had the audacity to show his face after what he'd done. The nerve of him to spew garbage at me. He should have had the decency to stay far away from me, to hide in shame. But no, he dared to confront me! I don't get it, what was he doing here anyway?! Fuck him and everything he stands for."Wendy!" The voice persisted, joined by others, but I didn'
Wendy's POV. As the taxi rolled closer to the school, a surge of frustration twisted in my gut, the bitter taste of resentment flooding my senses. "Why does it have to be like this?" I muttered to myself, feeling the weight of every bitter memory pressing down on me.The taxi driver sometimes peeped at me through the rear mirror and I understand, he might probably be worried that he had picked up a psycho because of the way I had been muttering in his taxi. "My life is like a bad soap opera," I grumbled, clenching my fists as I stared out the window. "I'm just tired of it all, you know?" My life is the worst!Right now, I hate it, I mean I hate my life!A life where I have to see Aaron everyday and be reminded of how I had destroyed my life because of some love.I never thought I would not be looking forward to going to school, attending lectures... Everything at school annoys me now. All I wanted to do was stop going to school. I wanted to stay at home and have some peace of mind.
Wendy's POV. "You... Uncluttered swine. How dare you!" I huffed, looking at the man in front of me with nothing but disdain, he dares to say shit in front of me?!"What the fuck has gotten into you any way?!" I snapped, my voice laced with frustration and disgust. How could he have the audacity to pull a stunt like this?"What the hell is wrong with you Mr. Aaron?" I heard a deep masculine voice seethed and I turned to see Stan heading towards us; Tess, Anna and Aliyah were right behind him. I swallowed, thinking of a way to avoid the trouble that was clouding, "Are you alright Wendy?" Stan asked with a concerned look and I just forced a smile, thinking of different ways to stop the disaster waiting to happen."And who are you?" Aaron's voice penetrated into the air and I turned around to look at him with some kind of pure disdain."Look who's talking.... You know I saw you putting those cheap petals there, I never knew it was for Wendy, had I known, I would have had you arrested fo