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Aelin stared dejectedly at her homework. What was the purpose of AP Euro? Or did everyone just die in the end and that was the purpose? While French had a revolution, Aelin had one as well.
She could start avoiding Rowan. Hard to get, maybe.
Euro work forgotten, she started singing along to them of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt theme song. She really had given up by this point in her life, honestly. She was just another pile of cells, moving along. Parts of her dying.
Her phone started ringing while she allowed herself to give into teenage angst, and she glanced down. Nehemia.
“Code Lys,” she told her.
“I can’t,” Aelin sighed. “Euro homework. Did they breakup?”
“Yup.”
Aelin didn’t feel bad about her lie. Lys broke up with people all of the time. It was part of the routine by this point.
“Unbreakable,” she sang to the computer, who replied, “They alive, dammit!”
Feeling guilty about her friend, she sighed. Aelin couldn’t catch a break, now could she? She always was stuck having feelings. Feelings were stupid. Everybody hated them.
She had feelings for Rowan, didn’t she? With his pine green eyes, silver hair, great butt.
Why did she suddenly start caring about guy’s butts? Why did she do this? It wasn’t healthy, was it?
“Oh, lord,” she sighed. “I’ve got it bad.”
Butts. Boys’ butts. Butts.
Tina Belcher would be proud, wouldn’t she? She liked his butt, and she was skipping homework for him. She had a D in Euro, but she had a D that was more important to her. Rowan’s.
She couldn’t play hard to get any longer. She like liked Rowan Whitethorn. He was a hottie mctottie with a swimmer’s body.
With that realization, she ran to Pizza Hut. And stopped promptly when she realized that she was wheezing.
“Asthma, goddamn you,” she whispered, dragging her inhaler out slowly.
And then Rowan was in front of her. She tried to puff the stuff sensually, but only ended up coughing up part of breakfast on her inhaler.
“Hi,” she said, raising her eyebrows mysteriously.
“Hello, there,” he smiled. “You’re really cute with your inhaler.”
“Thank you,” she said, blushing and swallowing the part of breakfast she coughed up. In doing so, he thankfully didn’t see the banana nut muffin fragments falling from her mouth like snowflakes.
He grinned. “You know, we keep bumping into each other…”
“We should make out,” she said, remembering she wasn’t playing coy anymore.
“I’m sorry?”
“Make out with me, Rowan Pizza Delivery Guy.”
“It’s Whitethorn,” he told her, but he kissed her. What did this mean?
“Aelin,” he whispered against her mouth. She moaned, pulling in closer.
“Aelin!”
Aelin rose up from her bed, looking into the eyes of Manon.
“Oh, hey,” she said, sighing. It wasn’t real then.
“Were you having a sex dream?” Manon asked, and, rubbing her eyes, Aelin shrugged.
“I think I like a girl, Aelin,” Manon said, chewing her nails.
“Oh, God, are you and Lys doing another scavenger hunt?” Aelin snapped. “I hate it when you guys do that.”
“No, not her. I like Elide.”
Aelin’s eyes widened. So it was true then. Lys could date Aedion then.
“This isn’t bad,” Aelin told her. “Lys likes Aedion.”
“Lysandra likes boys?”
“She’s pansexual, you know,” Aelin said.
“Oh, okay. Well, good for her! I shall date Elide then!”
“Aren’t you guys going to break up?”
“Oh, you’re right!” Aelin made a face at her as she realized that she was on top of her stomach. While Aelin would totally do unspeakable things with Manon, but she was dating her best friend. Or for now at least.
“Hey, Lys, I wanna break up. Yeah, I love you too! See you later!”
“What?” Aelin asked.
“Yes,” Manon said, disappearing out the door a few seconds later. She used the word “disappear” but really Manon powerwalked away. Apparently Nehemia had gotten to her too. It was becoming a fad, Aelin was afraid. The powerwalking.
Aelin sighed. Now all she was left with was wanting Rowan and the French Revolution’s notes.