14 ° Beautiful
I flopped onto my bed, groaning. Sunny tossed her bag onto the floor, pulling for her hijab and blazer off. I scrolled through i********:, liking random posts and sighing when I read messages sent to me by people waiting for me to update Bleed Me.
I looked over at Sunny who was standing in front of my mirror, biting her lip. Something dawned on me. "Sunny?" I called. "Hmm?" she murmured distractedly.
"Why'd you ask me if I thought Viv was prettier than you?" she paused. Then she sighed "some of the girls at school were talking" she shrugged. I sat up, phone forgotten.
"What did they say?" my blood warmed. Saahirah Wilson was by no means a push over. She could dish it out right back at you. But if you made comments about her appearance, she'd insult you right back and the
