written by me, posted by heartbreak, powered by delulu.It started at a blind kissing booth.
I kissed someone deep, slow, maybe a little too into it then I opened my eyes and realized… I knew him.
He was my brother.
Okay not biological. But someone I’ve called my brother since I was nine. Still counts. Still gross.
Still illegal in like... 30 emotional states. What I did next? Totally expected. But not deserved.
I ordered an Uber and escaped to my bestie’s house for what was supposed to be the most epic sleepover of the century.
She had just broken up with her 5th boyfriend (after their second date, might I add),
so we were obviously celebrating her freedom from yet another toxic situationship.
Her name? Nora Blake. Breakups are her field, drama is her degree, and being unbothered is her brand.
She once hired a guy on Fiverr to stalk her ex-best friend's new boyfriend just to confirm he followed too many girls.
Why is she my best friend, you ask?
Because we’re both drama queens who don’t just chase chaos—we curate it.
I pulled up to her house and her mom answered the door, all smiles and TikTok ring lights.
A true TikTok mom™️, she keeps forcing her kids into cringey videos for clout and discount skincare PR.
I politely dodged the camera and ran upstairs to Nora’s room.
And then I froze.
Two new girls were already on the bed, dabbing at Nora’s tears with baby pink tissues.
That’s my job!!!
Who were these pastel painted leeches and
why didn’t Nora tell me we were having company?
I shoved my way past them, hugged Nora and whispered,
“Don’t worry. Mommy’s here.”
She hugged me back with the same enthusiasm you'd give a wet sock. Like ouch😥💔?
They were Jade and Janella.
The Pretty Face, Pretty Mind twins.
Gorgeous. Glamorous.
And girl, they’re so fake they could be banned from the Barbie factory.
They literally compete over everything from who fake cries better to who posts the most poetic breakup quote first.
I once heard they keep a list of people they hate called
"The Unfollowables."
Wanna guess who made the list?
Yup. Me and Nora.
So… why were they here?
And why was Nora acting like I was just a guest in her season finale?
I tried to play it cool and survive the weirdest sleepover of my life. But I was excluded from everything.
Nora laughed at their jokes, ignored mine, and I was basically the background character in my own night.
Eventually, I gave up, curled up in the living room and crashed.
I left the next morning without saying a word.
And you know what?
Maybe that sleepover was a breakup.
Besties no more.
Weeks passed. Nora and the Pretty Twins got even closer and more popular.
They hit 15k on Insta, while I just minded my business and ghosted my own heartbreak. But then…
A new transfer student arrived.
Straight from Rome.
Wavy brown hair. Deep green eyes.
Smelled like poetry and Prada.
He was every girl's fever dream except mine.
Like seriously, can a girl not fall in love for once🫤?
He was a year ahead of me and by week two, the school was already calling him a legend.
Why? Because he had allegedly rejected over 50 girls.
Yup fifty‼️. Including Nora and the Pretty Twins, who were in the first wave of rejections.
Serves them right.
Now here we are.
It’s June. School's on break for three weeks because of a middle school hockey competition (random but I’m not complaining).
And me?
I’m done.
Done with Nora, done with the Pretty Fakers, and done pretending I still care.
I signed up for a part time job at the local supermarket.
Because maybe, just maybe, peace looks like barcode scanners and free aprons.
To be continued...
🔮 Will the mysterious Roman fall for our girl next?
👑 Will Nora’s Insta-empire crack?
💌 Or will another betrayal shake everything up?
Comment your predictions below & follow my blog for Part 2 dropping soon.
We don’t do boring here. Only chaos with a side of iced caramel macchiato ☕✨
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