I cared about right then.
When we got back to the dorm Darby grabbed my hand and forced me to run into the building with her. She didn’t say a word to Tiffany, and neither did I. Once we were in our room, she collapsed on her bed and started to cry.
Sitting down next to her I began rubbing her shoulders. “What’s wrong, Darby?”
She cried for a few minutes without answering until finally she sat up and just went off.
“This! This always fucking happens to me! Ever since I was in middle school girls have been pretending to be my friends in order to get closer to Trace, Tristan and Austin. Remember how unfriendly Tiffany was when we moved in? Looking back I can see that all stopped on Monday when she saw us in the hallway with Trace as we were leaving for Olive Garden. It’s never going to stop! I wouldn’t have cared if those girls had really been my friends, but as soon as the guys fuck and run, suddenly I’m trash too. That’s not even the worst part! Do you know how hard it is for me to see girls throwing themselves at him? Jesus Christ, he FUCKED her! I shouldn’t have come here, I should have gone to school far away!”
There was nothing to do but let her know that I would be here for her no matter what and to hold her while she cried it out. She cried long enough and hard enough that eventually she fell asleep mid-cry. I stayed with her for a while, rubbing her back and making sure she was okay. When I was sure she was in a deep sleep, I took off her shoes and laid a blanket over her before crawling into bed myself. I tried to force myself not to think about how bothered I was by the fact that Tristan had sex with Tiffany, but it didn’t work. I spent far too long imagining the two of them locked together in passion before I was finally able to fall into a fitful slumber.
Chapter Seven
“Come on, Mia! Brady’s hot, popular and he’s the king of St. Joe’s High! We might not go to school there but it doesn’t even matter. He’s so popular that he even rubs off on our plain-as-shit school. Plus, we’re already dressed and ready to go out anyway! It’s like a sign, don’t you see? Don’t you realize how cool it is that he’s inviting us to hang out with him and Chad tonight? We’re getting into Brady Howard’s house and his parents, I mean your, um, dad, won’t be home! It’s like a dream!”
It wasn’t anything like a dream, at least not to me. Of all the people on earth, Brady Howard is one of the last that I would willingly choose to spend time with. He’s short-tempered, obnoxious and has a sense of entitlement that is unbelievable. He hasn’t paid a lick of attention to me at any point in time during the eight years that his mother has been married to my father. I’ve seen him around town at tons of parties but he ignores me like the plague. Suddenly just because Macy and I ran into him at the mall a few days ago, NOW he wants to hang out? It seems off and very, very weird. When I got the text from him an hour ago, I had jokingly showed it to Macy thinking that she would agree with me about what a weirdo he is. Now, I wish I hadn’t shown her the text at all because her reaction to it has been completely opposite to what I expected.
“I don’t like him and you know it. Something stinks about him asking us to come over. It’s been eight years — don’t you find it odd that he suddenly wants to ‘be a family’? I almost died when I read that. Like, who the hell is he kidding?”
“Brady’s like a God in this town, Mia! One night hanging out with him and Chad, and Steve will realize what a gigantic mistake he made when he broke up with me last night.”
She was right about Brady being incredibly popular, but she was completely glossing over the fact that there was serious gossip about him using drugs and having crazy sex with pretty much half of the girls that are our age in this
When we got back to the dorm Darby grabbed my hand and forced me to run into the building with her. She didn’t say a word to Tiffany, and neither did I. Once we were in our room, she collapsed on her bed and started to cry.
Sitting down next to her I began rubbing her shoulders. “What’s wrong, Darby?”
She cried for a few minutes without answering until finally she sat up and just went off.
“This! This always fucking happens to me! Ever since I was in middle school girls have been pretending to be my friends in order to get closer to Trace, Tristan and Austin. Remember how unfriendly Tiffany was when we moved in? Looking back I can see that all stopped on Monday when she saw us in the hallway with Trace as we were leaving for Olive Garden. It’s never going to stop! I wouldn’t have cared if those girls had really been my friends, but as soon as the guys fuck and run, suddenly I’m trash too. That’s not even the worst part! Do you know how hard it is for me to see girls throwing themselves at him? Jesus Christ, he FUCKED her! I shouldn’t have come here, I should have gone to school far away!”
There was nothing to do but let her know that I would be here for her no matter what and to hold her while she cried it out. She cried long enough and hard enough that eventually she fell asleep mid-cry. I stayed with her for a while, rubbing her back and making sure she was okay. When I was sure she was in a deep sleep, I took off her shoes and laid a blanket over her before crawling into bed myself. I tried to force myself not to think about how bothered I was by the fact that Tristan had sex with Tiffany, but it didn’t work. I spent far too long imagining the two of them locked together in passion before I was finally able to fall into a fitful slumber.
Chapter Seven
“Come on, Mia! Brady’s hot, popular and he’s the king of St. Joe’s High! We might not go to school there but it doesn’t even matter. He’s so popular that he even rubs off on our plain-as-shit school. Plus, we’re already dressed and ready to go out anyway! It’s like a sign, don’t you see? Don’t you realize how cool it is that he’s inviting us to hang out with him and Chad tonight? We’re getting into Brady Howard’s house and his parents, I mean your, um, dad, won’t be home! It’s like a dream!”
It wasn’t anything like a dream, at least not to me. Of all the people on earth, Brady Howard is one of the last that I would willingly choose to spend time with. He’s short-tempered, obnoxious and has a sense of entitlement that is unbelievable. He hasn’t paid a lick of attention to me at any point in time during the eight years that his mother has been married to my father. I’ve seen him around town at tons of parties but he ignores me like the plague. Suddenly just because Macy and I ran into him at the mall a few days ago, NOW he wants to hang out? It seems off and very, very weird. When I got the text from him an hour ago, I had jokingly showed it to Macy thinking that she would agree with me about what a weirdo he is. Now, I wish I hadn’t shown her the text at all because her reaction to it has been completely opposite to what I expected.
“I don’t like him and you know it. Something stinks about him asking us to come over. It’s been eight years — don’t you find it odd that he suddenly wants to ‘be a family’? I almost died when I read that. Like, who the hell is he kidding?”
“Brady’s like a God in this town, Mia! One night hanging out with him and Chad, and Steve will realize what a gigantic mistake he made when he broke up with me last night.”
She was right about Brady being incredibly popular, but she was completely glossing over the fact that there was serious gossip about him using drugs and having crazy sex with pretty much half of the girls that are our age in this
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