SAMANTHA
"I have accepted my fate, I'm a lot of things but desperate is not one of them". I said over a call with Arla.
Arla was really my comfort couch, I don't think she had as many boy problems as I did. The one time Arla spoke to me about a boy it was regarding a flimsy crush that only lasted a day after she heard him have a conversation with some of the women at the library and figured that he was a stoic misogynist.
She nearly barfed afterward, recollecting all the fantasies she had allowed to sail within barely hours of just meeting him.
Maybe she had deep personal troubles but we hadn't gotten there yet in our relationship.
We never spoke of anything outside our sorry love lives. Me mostly, because I always had a thing or two to say about Luca.
"Do you like him or not?" She asked, seemingly impatient due to my indifference toward her continuous encouragement, that I keep being the bigger person and try to get to Luca.
