“Hey losers,” I say sliding into the booth next to Aryan and opposite Victoria. They both ignore my words and look as if they're in some sort of heated debate. God knows what it's about this time.
I always seem to be the mediator in these debates because half the time, I don't care what they're debating about. I spend this time going on my phone, wondering whether or not to text Juliette.
I didn't really see her much at school today besides when we both had our science test in the morning. I was so close to talking to her before, but I refrained. We agreed to not make anything suspicious at school. However, I did spend the whole time worrying about how the test was for her, rather than actually focusing on my own test, which is a first.
I'm sure she did well, we'll find out in like two days anyway. She has to have done well, otherwise she gets kicked off the team and I don't get my letter sent off, which is clearly all I care about.
“Well, what do you think?” Aryan asks abruptly, stopping their argument and looking at me as Victoria mirrors his movements.
Do they not realize that I have literally not been here for the entirety of their conversation?
“About what?” I quirk my eyebrow confused, as I put my phone face down, trying not to think any more about Juliette.
It's probably an important debate, considering how engrossed the two of them look right now, especially Aryan, whose face is completely red and he's almost…panting.
“Blondes or brunettes?” Victoria clarifies, not missing a beat.
Never mind.
I shrug. “I prefer bald people actually.”
They both stare at me for a few moments, almost like a deadpan look and glare at the same time and I stifle a laugh.
They both sigh deeply, completely ignoring my words and go back to arguing.
“Brunettes are clearly superior lovers,” Victoria says, raising her voice.
Aryan grimaces. “First of all, lovers? Ew. Secondly, blondes are way better, they're kinder, hotter—”
“You went out with one blonde!” Victoria interjects, reading my mind.
“My point still stands. He was the best out of all of my boyfriends. Kai isn't even blonde anyway—”
She shrugs cutting him off. “He's originally a brunette, so my point stands.”
Aryan pouts, furrowing his eyebrows as he tries his best to look angry, but it never works, he is literally the epitome of sunshine.
“Addie?” They both turn to me in unison, asking for my opinion.
I open my mouth to give one of my usual sarcastic responses because who wouldn't? This debate is utterly ridiculous. I swear these two argue over the most idiotic shit.
“Real answer. No sarcasm.” Victoria cuts me off with a warning and I narrow my eyes at how well she knows me.
I sigh. “Blondes.”
I'm not sure why I said that, it was more of a reflex than anything else, because I genuinely don't have a type, at least I think I don't. Aryan smiles widely at my words shooting a smug look toward Victoria.
“Not fair! She's only saying that because of Juliette,” Victoria says, whining.
I shake my head instantly. “No way. I hate her, so that makes no sense.”
Juliette Kingston is not the only blonde on the planet, nor will she ever be the only one. I didn't say that because of her; I didn't.
She scoffs. “Yeah, you hate her so much you went down on her.”
“And she went down on you,” Aryan adds, giggling as they high-five.
How did this turn from a debate into everyone picking on me? This is why I shouldn't get involved in their bickering.
