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As she tried to mute out the wild chatter of the cafeteria by focusing her attention on what was on the blinding screen of her phone, she knew after multiple attempts it was proving to be a difficult task. 

Between hearing the most obnoxious comments practically being shouted into her ear from a table full of Sophomores about five or so feet away and the constant text messages she’s been getting from so many people, she was starting to lose it. Everyone from her cousins on her mother’s side, as well as her fathers and friends from all over, were constantly checking up on her. They knew about her problems with Chrissie. Of course, she knew gossip traveled like herpes, especially when it had to deal with the favorite ray of sunshine of the family, but she didn’t anticipate so many people would reach out. And it wasn’t like Stella didn’t appreciate it. Past the part of her that wanted to die from everything going on, she was touched by their concern. But enough was enough. She said she was fine so everyone in her life needed to stop checking up on her. She was [i]fine[/i].

As she set her phone down screen-first on the table, she stared longingly at all of the students. For the first time in what felt like weeks, Stella was actually jealous of the non-seniors. They weren’t suffering through this ordeal of being forced to take someone who wasn’t their boyfriend/girlfriend or someone who they’d like to eventually be that person for them. They weren't forced to take a friend. She didn’t have any problem with that, but the option being stripped of her before she was afforded the chance to decide is what she imagined got to a lot of people and it was what brought her down (in addition to everything else, of course).

She sighed, suddenly feeling the vibration from her phone through her arm that was resting on the table. “Again!?” Rolling her eyes, she grabbed her phone and saw she received a text message from her brother. [i]Again[/i].

[indent][indent][color=dodgerblue][i]Yo Kiddo! What’s up?[/i][/color]
[color=pink][i]Chris, for the last time, I’m okay! U dont have 2 keep checking up on me! Other Chrissie is annoying but i can deal.[/i][/color][/indent][/indent]
She rolled her eyes and placed her phone on silent. If she had to hear another person ask how she was and if Chrissie living with them was a mistake, she was going to explode at the next person who dared to talk to her.

[color=d11717]“Hey, Stella: do you have a minute?”[/color]

Boiling up inside, Stella’s neck swiftly turned and she saw Santiago standing over her and she sighed. [color=pink]“[i]pour l'amour de Dieu {for God’s sake}[/i]”[/color] She found it difficult to contain her displeasure with Santiago’s presence but in the end she sighed. [color=pink]“Sure. I guess I do since nobody is--yes, I do have a minute.”[/color] She gestured to him to sit down seeing as how there was no logical reason she could think up at the moment that would excuse her from having to talk to him.
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