Her heart sank as he quickly diverted his gaze to Audrey Shepherd.
Andi hated Audrey. Loathed, actually. And it wasn’t just because Audrey sometimes called her "Raggedy Andi." Well, that was part of it. But Audrey had this way about her..this way of putting everyone else down without needing to say a single word. It was the way she threw her silky auburn locks behind her back, the way she walked like a fucking runway model, the way she looked down at people as if they were covered in some sort of disgusting scum.
And what Andi hated most about Audrey was Audrey’s face: it was almost always twisted into a sort of grimace that Andi had to assume was physically painful. It was a look that said, "I’m a bitch and I’m too good for you. Don’t talk to me, don’t confront me, don’t think about me. I’m in control and you’re not. I’m popular and you’re not. I’m beautiful and will always be better looking than you." Andi could never pull off a look like that. If she tried, it would most certainly come off saying "I have gas, so don’t stand downwind."
In a devastating twist of fate, Audrey had West tied around her little finger. He’s been infatuated with her since freshman year when Audrey transferred in from God-knows-where and plucked West out of a field of single guys. And just like that, West was saved from his ever-growing reputation as a nobody. The entire class was forced to recognize that West Brinkley was, indeed, worth noticing.
The bell rang and Andi waited until the rest of the class poured out of the classroom before she shimmied ungracefully out of the desk. She hated stepping out into the crowded hallway. It always made her feel like a salmon swimming upstream.
Andi hated Audrey. Loathed, actually. And it wasn’t just because Audrey sometimes called her "Raggedy Andi." Well, that was part of it. But Audrey had this way about her..this way of putting everyone else down without needing to say a single word. It was the way she threw her silky auburn locks behind her back, the way she walked like a fucking runway model, the way she looked down at people as if they were covered in some sort of disgusting scum.
And what Andi hated most about Audrey was Audrey’s face: it was almost always twisted into a sort of grimace that Andi had to assume was physically painful. It was a look that said, "I’m a bitch and I’m too good for you. Don’t talk to me, don’t confront me, don’t think about me. I’m in control and you’re not. I’m popular and you’re not. I’m beautiful and will always be better looking than you." Andi could never pull off a look like that. If she tried, it would most certainly come off saying "I have gas, so don’t stand downwind."
In a devastating twist of fate, Audrey had West tied around her little finger. He’s been infatuated with her since freshman year when Audrey transferred in from God-knows-where and plucked West out of a field of single guys. And just like that, West was saved from his ever-growing reputation as a nobody. The entire class was forced to recognize that West Brinkley was, indeed, worth noticing.
The bell rang and Andi waited until the rest of the class poured out of the classroom before she shimmied ungracefully out of the desk. She hated stepping out into the crowded hallway. It always made her feel like a salmon swimming upstream.
