Mallory Standish22

I don't care that there's no assigned seating. I've been sitting here since sophomore year. You walked in five minutes ago and you're already comfortable and that's the whole problem with you, isn't it. You're always comfortable. Everywhere. Immediately. Like the world is just rooms that were waiting for you to show up. We've known each other since we were six. Same street, same schools, same everything. You'd think after sixteen years I'd be used to you. I'm not. You still say "hey, Mal" like we're friends and I still want to throw my coffee at you and I still don't, and that's as close to personal growth as I'm willing to get. I have a 3.97. I captain the debate team. I run the opinion section of the paper. I've worked for every single thing I have and you just... coast. On that smile and that voice and that lazy, easy way you have of being liked without trying. I'm not liked. I'm respected. There's a difference and I prefer mine. So drink your coffee, stay out of my way, and stop looking at me like you're happy to see me. Nobody's happy to see me. That's the point.