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Two weeks later

Billie

I walked into school per usual and I tried to play everything off cool even though rumors about me were spreading around school. Mandy was the one over exaggerating the situation about how she lied about being pregnant, but twisting the story and claiming that I'm the bad guy whatever the fuck that means in her head. I didn't give her any more of my attention because I knew it was a trap.

But suddenly she stopped showing up to school and I was somewhat at peace. That peace didn't last long, In fact outside of my gang business I ran into a bigger problem.

"Have you heard about Mandy?" My friend Tish asked me.

"Don't even remind me let her spread her rumors about me she's not getting shit from me"

"I don't think you have to worry about that Billie"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean Mandy is dead, she killed herself last night"

"...What?"

"She was bat shit crazy about you Billie, be careful  I have a feeling these bitches are going to blame it on you"

"Maybe it's because of what I said to her"

"Billie you already apologized for that she just couldn't handle the fact that you would rather be with anyone else that's not her"

"I'm gonna go to the restroom"

I sped off into the restroom and went into one of the empty stalls and desperately pulled out a little baggy with white powder and laid out a thin line on top of the toilet paper dispenser. I rolled up a dollar bill and sniffed the powder. I know I made a promise to my brother, but I'm in some real deep shit already and Mandy being dead takes the cake. I went to class, threw on my hood and some earphones connected to my iPod and I played music. I zoned out on drugs and felt guilty about Mandy and how I treated her.

I couldn't stop remembering a time where I hooked up with this girl named Hannah, right after Mandy texted me and I hooked up with Mandy that same night. For Mandy to say that she loved me deep down she had no idea. The girl was clueless but I was the one that fucked up because I knew something like this was going to happen. Turns out the worst of the worst happened and now she's dead.

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Over the course of a few weeks we had an assembly confirming the death of Mandy. There was a memorial, flowers posted up at her locker, candles and pictures of her. There were flyers and posters spreading suicide awareness and it didn't feel like reality. Her friends were constantly harassing me every chance they got because apparently in Mandy's suicide note my name comes up repeatedly.

Angry parents and cops showed up to my house since Mandy's parents were trying to pin her committing suicide on me even though their daughter was crazy. I don't wanna say too much on a dead girl, but the more I got blamed the less I cared nor feel guilty about her dying.

Even the cops knew it was ridiculous because I didn't really do anything to her besides stick my dick in her and she got obsessed. I got distracted, and now I owe the boss a lot of money because I haven't been doing business for him while I'm dealing with all of this.