no bitches? // felix + leomie
Jan 31, 2021 17:26:54 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2021 17:26:54 GMT -5
l e o m i e
There's only one thing worse than lugging around a heavy ass backpack, and that's lugging around two heavy ass backpacks. This whole fundraiser is exhausting, I gotta be honest. All the tennis girls are doing it though because we're trying to raise awareness for teenage hair loss ever since Luna Cabello got bullied into homeschool because of their bald spot.
But if I'm being extremely honest, my sales are going to be terrible and I'm a little nervous. I don't know that many people here -- I can count them on two hands and six of those are people I'm not allowed to talk to because of my right middle finger, Camilla. She's my bestie, of course, my longest finger and my accent french tip, but she refused to help me sell and I haven't had to do my own work this entire semester.
Last time I asked, she said she wasn't allowed to do any more charity work because she had to save some for the rest of the school.
What a bitch, I'm obsessed.
"Hey! Felix?" I'm trying to remember Cami's network of people -- there's group A and B right, and she tells me everything about all of them, except I'm not supposed to interact with group B. I need a spreadsheet for this, but I think Felix is one of group A, meaning this interaction is completely legal. He's pretty enough to be one of Cami's and I'm dragging my chocolate bag on the ground as I'm walking up to him.
This boy's like one of those sculptures, I swear, pretty for no reason. "Look, I'm gonna be honest here, I really need your help with this." I've got both hands gripped on the bag, nine boxes of twenty pieces chocolates and cookies and I'm trying so hard to not eat these mfers. "Cami said she wasn't gonna help me sell, will you be my wingman here?"
Besides, this boy's one of group A, he's definitely manipulative enough to sell these damn things. "It's for a good cause!"