Lea Beddia
Snag
Simona is like a persistent cough I can’t get rid of, always irritating me. Since conception, we have shared a cramped space with both our personalities pushing up against each other, building up pressure like tectonic plates, ready to make seismic destruction.
Everything Simona does is to annoy me. Like when she leaves her purple hair stuck all over the shower. It’s nasty. She bought a mismatched pair of shoes online because she knew I’d hate them. One is black and white, like the cover of a notebook, and the other is white, like the lined paper on the inside of a notebook. Weird.
Sporting her new shoes at school, she bent over right in front of Bobby, who is the epicenter of cool. He tilted his head and stared at her ass. I was sure she had done this on purpose because she knew how much I liked him.
“Hey, Simona, having trouble finding the right shoes?” Bobby scoffed.
Simona straightened up and looked at him over her shoulder. “Your opinion of me, or of anything at all, doesn’t count, Bobby.” She managed to get