Status: entry for mibba's first annual big bang.
Azalea
filthy liar
There's this huge scratch on Phillip's arm the next day at work, and I only see it because he rolled up his sleeves while we were eating lunch on the terrace outside with some other interns (gotta stick together). I stared at the red mark on his tan arm, frowning as he ate his salad and talked about how great Trina's butt was. (Apparently he and Azalea weren't serious, but I wasn't sure if she knew that he felt that way. Phillip could be kind of insensitive when he wanted to be.)
"What happened to you?" He frowns, mid-sentence and looks at me with knit eyebrows, making a face.
"What?"
"Your arm." He looks at his arm and laughs, shrugging and going back to his salad.
"I don't know. I woke up like that. It happens. Anyway..."
I couldn't help but to feel like he was lying, and I didn't know why. Azalea was waiting for Phillip after work again and was still wearing her sunglasses, which made sense because it was so sunny, but I still felt like something was wrong.
Very, very wrong.
"What happened to you?" He frowns, mid-sentence and looks at me with knit eyebrows, making a face.
"What?"
"Your arm." He looks at his arm and laughs, shrugging and going back to his salad.
"I don't know. I woke up like that. It happens. Anyway..."
I couldn't help but to feel like he was lying, and I didn't know why. Azalea was waiting for Phillip after work again and was still wearing her sunglasses, which made sense because it was so sunny, but I still felt like something was wrong.
Very, very wrong.