Chapter 108: A Day in the Life of a Pillar
"Haaaaah, I am so bored, why isn’t Kofi texting or calling me?" Nina rolled around on her bed, looking bored as hell. She grabbed her phone for what felt like the tenth time in the last five minutes, her thumb swiping to unlock the screen.
Nothing. No new messages. No missed calls. Just her own stupidly cute wallpaper staring back at her.
"Seriously? Nothing at all? Is his phone broken? Did he get abducted by aliens who needed someone to explain the rules of a tabletop RPG? Unbelievable." She tossed the phone onto the plush pink comforter next to her with a frustrated huff.
"Okay, this is pathetic. I am a pillar. A cool, popular girl. I am not going to just lie here and wait for some boy to text me. That’s so lame." She snatched a fashion magazine from her nightstand, flipping through the glossy pages with a complete and total lack of interest.
"Ooh, a new line of matte lipstick. Riveting. Groundbreaking, even." The faces of the perfectly made-up models just blurred together into a meaningless swirl of color. All she could see was Kofi’s stupid face from the hallway. That moment when she had leaned in, when the whole world had just... stopped.
Her own face immediately felt hot. "Nope! Not thinking about that! We are not going there!" She slammed the magazine shut and buried her face in a pillow, letting out a long, muffled groan. "Why is he so... ugh! And why am I so... double ugh!"
The door to her room creaked open without a warning knock. "Are you performing a dramatic reenactment of your own death in there? Because it sounds like it." Olica leaned against the doorframe, a laundry basket propped on her hip and a smug, all-knowing look on her face that Nina absolutely hated.
Nina shot up from the pillow, her perfectly styled blonde hair now a complete mess. "I was not! I was just... stretching. It’s a new yoga pose."
Olica raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Stretching your vocal cords, maybe. Let me guess, the nerd hasn’t texted?"
"He’s not a nerd!" She crossed her arms, the classic defensive pose of someone who was completely and totally lying. "And I don’t care if he texts me or not! I have a very busy and fulfilling life that does not revolve around him."
"Riiight. Is that why you’ve been sighing loud enough to register on the Richter scale for the past hour?" she smirked. "You are so down bad, little sister. It’s actually kind of cute, in a really pathetic sort of way."
"Shut up! I am not!" She grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at her sister’s head. Olica caught it easily, her smug expression never wavering for a second.