MONIQUE
"I'm so excited, Baby! Coach told me that if we bag the championship for this school year, he'll write my recommendation letter to play for Stanford! Do you know how awesome it is, Baby? That's my dream school! I always wanted to play football with them. I'd be famous and you'll be the luckiest girl in the world because I'm yours." I mentally rolled my eyes. Here we go again. This is the reason why I don't want to eat lunch with him. He's always talking about himself. Or if not, he talks about s*x. He doesn't even ask me how my day was, or if I'm okay or just ask anything about me. It's always about him and it's f*****g annoying. Freaking narcissist!
"Good for you." I deadpanned. I wasn't in the mood to boost his confidence. Not after what happened this morning.
I felt my heart
