Her Body (Girl X Girl)

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ng her shoulder and snickering. She ignored them and dragged her hoodie farther do

re going to regret

elp but smile a little at her best f

k more alive, and made those silver-blue eyes pop with a bat of those long lashes. Her jawline was on point, her nose perfect, her lips luscio

derstatement for t

nice to everyone, excelled in her studies, her parents sponsored the school, and she never caused

wheezing for breath. She would have hugged her back just as hard, if it weren't fo

e shy Paris today?" She frowned, noticing the look of chagrin in her best friend

tired of hearing it all and she knew she should have been used to the insults by now. But every single time they te

Paris sighed. "Let'

h Paris', heading to the cafeteria. "I swear if they mess with you one more time..

whether it was real or if Bleu was just using her for something. How could a girl like Bleu be friends with someone like

a few more hours. She has done it for a decade, why not a few more rounds

and she looked up to enthusiastically say, "Hey Paris!" then scooted to the side

difficult with her size and weight. Bleu helped her gently, hold

t to Paris and immediately started eating t

y sitting across Bleu asked her, an eyebrow r

." He grinned and reached for her bag, rummaging

triumphantly. "Owen Andrews is

orbade their children any at all. Their house was void of the brown goodness and they've always had vanill

t you an extra yogurt for that chocolate. Thank you so much." She made a grab

ey

whole chocolate bar wit

for the yogu

to be

brother behind his head, making

sports they tried out in. They were only in their sophomore year and universities were already sending them sc

u asked after taking a spoonful of her yogurt. "Is Brook

er tongue. "You white people and your asian st

on her food

ouldn't be choking on lettuce like that. And what's with the greens? Are you on a diet?" He mocked-gaspe

eu muttered. "Go be an

her fists clenched against her lap. Collins then directed his words at Bleu. "Baby, if you need a real toe-curling kiss, come out

imagine going through elementary, middle school, and high school life without that blonde by her side. They've always been there for each other through thick and thi

ked Paris beyond her imagination an

pe loudly against the cafeteria floor and everyon

peak because you're not making sense." She paused and Paris looked up to see the blond-haired jock's jaw clench. He opened his mouth to speak but B

in the world. My best friend is kissable, unlike you, whose idiotic words can't help stumbling out because you've go

ttering in his ear to calm down and not hit a girl. The schoo

silver-blue eyes were on fire,

cupped Paris' face

e doing? Why was she kissing her

egister the complete and utter silence in the cafeteria. Her lips ar

y two seconds, Bleu pulled back, a look of s

hem, Collins' and his fri

shakily, trying to smirk in triumph over her

ris, "I'll see you later. I just remembered

-b

asses. But it's our last week anywa

still-shocked Collins on his cheek, and walke

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ris' mother asked her as they haule

d. "I told her we

most likely wondering why the blonde w

issed

ol." Then to make it more convincing and to stop her mom from asking anymore questions,

odded sympathetically as she hugged her daughter. "I

lump in her throat at leaving without

ing. "Your dad's just excited for the food I packed for this trip." Mother and daughter shared a

ck followed, and the whisper of their

her cheeks. I love you. Why did you have to kis

n patting the back of a tall blonde to comfort her. Her kneeling for