The Trouble With Being The “Cool Girl”: We’ve all seen her. The Cool Girl. She lives in our apartment complex, on our floor. She lives in our dorm, three doors down. She’s the favorite barista at our third-party coffee shop. She dresses with edgy femi
(Open) I sit on some steps, keeping my face hidden. I was keeping my distance from everyone, for no reason in particular. "Don't you know it's dangerous out here?" Someone says, walking up to me. "I like danger." I reply.