Tomboy

#17. Eventually

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________________________Axel

So the boys had finally gotten over the fact that I liked Lyric and the only reason why was because she was understandably hot. That was an insult to me pretty much because they were saying I couldn't like a non-hot girl. I liked her when she was non-hot too though, I just never wanted to accept the fact.

"You've got to do something for her man!" Commented Cash, shoving my arm as he laughed at his idea.

"Yeah!" Added Ashton. "You started playing the guitar after she left right?"

"Yeah." I replied, and it was true. Right after Lyric left I needed some sort of entertainment seeing as she was no longer here to pick on and her friend was changing drastically. "So?"

"Don't play dumb." He said, trading me with kissy faces. "I already knew she liked you."

"Shut up." I said before getting up and leaving the room, unfortunately in high hopes. They could be so annoying sometimes but I couldn't hate them. They were all I had, they were all I needed. And they were also the only real people among the throng the went wherever I did.

Because they were real friends. They weren't the others that went behind my back to speak wrongly of me when the didn't know me. They weren't the type to judge me for what I did and I never really doubted there opinion because 'those who matter don't mind and those who mind don't matter.'

I loved them because they understood me, the same way I understood them. The only person I never dared tried understand before now was Lyric.

"The naked truth is better than one's best dressed lie."

What did it even mean? I understood it but I didn't. I was being honest and why that would refer to me, I have a good idea because she doubted me. I mean why wouldn't she? I was like the boy who cried wolf. She wouldn't expect any better than the lies I always laid out in front of her. Why would she believe me now when I told the truth?

It was common sense but it hurt. I'm not perfect. I make mistakes. I hurt people but when I say sorry, I mean it.

I admit my mistakes. But I only started opening my eyes to see clearly now, I never used to listen to the advice she used to give me in the rant while standing up for herself. She was always caring even when not being cared for.

"Your life is not my fault. My life is not your business!" I growled at her. She got on my every nerve. She was always so damn right. Couldn't she stay on her level for once? Couldn't she see she was making me look bad?

"More people would learn from their mistakes if they weren't so busy denying them." She stated, her eyes passionate as she told me off. She stood there in front of the seven of us. Her friend cowering behind her while she stood firmly and told us the blank truth we were all blatantly denying.

"Look at you." I laughed in her face. "You're the ugliest of the family. The stupidest. The loneliest."

Her eyes searched mine for any trace of humanity, but all she saw was pride in the fact that I had overpowered and said something smart.

"I myself am entirely made of flaws, stitched together with good intentions but when I look back on my life i see pain, mistakes and heart ache but when I look in the mirror I see strength, learned lessons and pride in myself. What do you see? Someone that finds strength in bringing others down but that's not strength. Thats cowardice covered under the name of strength. You don't have to disrespect and insult others just to hold your own ground. That just shows how shaky your position is."