Last Year of Seventeen

rrying flasks, test tubes and beakers and offered assistance, again, she said "No". Every day I waited for her to walk past our class so I could help her carry the picked-up books back

. Like watered-down wine. Dull. Pale. And makes you want to s

es my existence. I know she didn't like Theo. I mean, how could you like someone who makes your life difficult? But it never made sense for me before that she doesn't like me too. I didn't do anything t

anted to do it for real. But time wasn't a friend. August always seemed to be caught up w

library on early mornings, on her vacant periods and for a few hours after school. On Wednesdays and every weekend, I found out that she also has a job as a barista at a local coffee shop. To top it all up she has to mainta

are with all the lavishness and grandeur. Never having to worry about our futures because it's already laid out and prepared for by our parents, so we can squeeze in games and foolishness while she can't even find the time to be angry when we mock her. An

espect with the girl they called the Ice Bitch. So if I'm going to pursue her, which I won't– she does not need another mess added to her life, but if I do, I'll do it for real. Fuck the deal. I don't care about the yacht or Lan

en

on't think I've ever heard her like this before. Her voice was usually firm, un

everywhere. As if she's going to fall apart if she looks a

re no students yet. It was just me and her and

way. The conflict in her face as she tried to swallow her pride. The darkening of eyes, the twitching of ey

ary at lunch. I need

It was as if she expected, no– like she knew I'd just do as she says. I see how she

of bookshelves for her. Finally, I found her sitting in one of the more secluded areas i

ut a word. I've never really been obedient to anyone but there's something about August's effortless authority that will make you follow her before you can even think about it. In hindsight, I recall that in every school event she was often voted to lead because whatever she s

e was impatience not only with her t

k. But as I began to settle and feel more at ease, I realized

lied. One of the thi

one eyebrow raised she replied,

I'm sorry Oomnitsa, you won't m

t, palms clasped together. She reminded of a cop read

s best friend knows he won't be able to woo her into obedience so he made a deal with his handsome, cunning, but secretly dead inside bestfriend to do

ink I'm handsome?" I said, trying to stray the conversation. "But no, that sounded

t's just how you do your metaphors. And really, Hughes

know me. Why is it impossible for you to believe

n you lie. So yes, I might not know you much

had a quirk when I lie. Not even Dove. Not even my mot

, "And why would I tell you? You'll

e bluf

our forehead because you fell off

rike me as one. But then again she can be making this up or hear

got thi

unds cooler. See!" August smacks the hardwood table and the sound echoes in the library. That made us stop for a second but when nobody react

out that? Are you stalking me?" T

English Literature Clas

d to write something about a childhood memory. I think I was partnered up with her and we were supposed to discuss phrases on each other's work that struck us th

not mean I'm lying ab

as exhausted. She has never talked t

he wasn't sure if she really wanted to say it. There it was again,