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Bad For Me

Teen Fiction

From an outside point of view, Fallon has the perfect life. A rich family, popular boyfriend and a pretty face. However, all that glitters isn't gold. Behind the money and smiles, every aspect of her life is controlled to the point where she's accep...

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"I'm not going to apologise for knowing my schoolmates," I said, before smirking at Lincoln. "Jealous that your fan club wasn't waiting for you by the entrance?"

Lincoln's retort was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. When I turned to my left the first thing I saw was a blonde bob. After a second I connected the hair to the person.

Perdita.

Her blue eyes seemed to glimmer as she took the three of us in. They rested on Luca and I immediately tensed up at his side.

"Perdita!" Tay was the one to break the silence, standing up to hug her with Linc close behind. With a nudge from Luca I begrudgingly stood to hug her too, getting a whiff of her flowery perfume.

"Fallon." Perdita said fondly once I pulled apart, resting her dainty hands on my shoulders. I looked down at her with the most pleasant expression I could muster. With her petite frame, soft features and light blue eyes Perdita was pretty and she knew it.

"Perdita. How was Rome?"

She sighed dreamily, before gesturing for us to sit down. "It was like a dream. Definitely in the top three of my holidays," Her eyes rested on Luca's arm around my shoulder. "You guys should consider travelling for your six months. That's coming up soon, no?"

Luca nodded, squeezing me slightly. "Yes, in two weeks. It feels like I've known Fallon forever though."

Perdita nodded with a funny smile on her face. "Love is funny like that. Makes you delusional, some would say."

My smile widened to stop me grimacing. "And how is your love life Perdita? Did an Italian boy sweep you off your feet over the summer?"

She scoffed. "You know I'm not the type for flings, Fallon. That's more Tay's style, so let's leave it to her."

I glanced at Tay who gave no indication that the words bothered her apart from her jaw clenching.

"How do you know our anniversary is coming soon anyway?" I directed the conversation back to me.

Perdita smiled in a way that made me regret my question. Her head tilted slightly. "Luca mentioned it when we were on the phone last night. It was quite late as I had trouble falling asleep so he was lovely enough to stay up with me."

In my peripheral vision I saw Tay shoot me a look, shaking her head slightly in disapproval. The boys were oblivious to the tension, beginning their own conversation as Perdita and I silently held eye contact for a while.

A lady never fights with her fists, my mother once told me. Only with her eyes.

Perdita had this annoying little habit of flirting with Luca. She wasn't interested in him, but in seeing how far she could push me.

I guess after all this time she still didn't get the memo. I was the queen of composure.

Which is why I flicked my ponytail over my shoulder and titled my head too. "You must have your dates confused, Perdita. Luca was at mine last night, and he was knocked out by nine."

Her eyes widened slightly at her mistake but I didn't give her time to recover. "And I remember you gushing over a guy you met on the beach last week, and how you had to have your way with him," Pink blotches appeared on her cheeks. "So maybe flings are your thing too, no?"

Linc whistled, leaning over to twirl a strand of Perdita's hair around his finger teasingly. "Geez, Perdita. Never knew you had this wild side to you, I'd love to see more of it."

Perdita slapped his hand away, her gaze not leaving mine. "Trust me, you haven't seen wild yet."

The sound of a microphone turning on caught everyone's attention and signalled the assembly was starting. I once again smiled, hoping it told her what I chose not to. Perdita's glower didn't leave her face as her hands clenched into fists.

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