MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. Viewer Discretion is advised.
*The people inside of this work are FACE-CLAIMS. This has no correlation to any IRL individual.*
*This is messy plot. Made when I was a teen. Beware.*
The story of a young woman who finds he...
"What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here." ♫ Creep by Radiohead. ✰ Note: Koi. She is the moment.
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Gross • adjective; something unacceptable or unpleasant to a very great amount, degree, or intensity.
I-was 'gross.'
Despite having zero, zilch, not an ounce of confidence in my body-never, ever, not once in my life did I think that gross was a word I would use to describe myself. And even though throughout high school I was called a plethora of names, this 'gross', was a first time offense.
I'd never been called that before, but wow, did it hurt.
You know, I should've known something was fishy, when Mikey didn't show up to my house to pick me up, but apparently, I wasn't only gross, but also stupid enough to think he'd show up after he said he would.
No, I sat there for an hour, dressed up in my moms' hand-me-down 90's clothes, listening to the music blasting from their house like a loser who got ditched on prom night.
Then, when I finally did hear his voice outside, I crawled onto my roof, only to see him meet some pretty girl in his front yard and walk in with her.
I didn't know what I did wrong.
I got ready and everything, spending nearly three hours on the most mediocre outfit; jeans and a plain black shirt. It wasn't the best but I'd taken a long shower, and wore the only nice lingerie I owned so that I could feel the most confident.
I even put my hair in curls instead of the usual half up half down thing that my mother made me do. I'd stolen some of her lip gloss and put on some mascara, just to try it... all for nothing.
I wanted to look pretty.
I wanted to feel pretty. Just for once.
But as I stood here nervously, staring at the only guy in the world who had ever called me cute, I couldn't help but feel anything other than ugly knowing that he also thought I was 'gross.'
I was both angry and sad but more disappointed than anything.
I should've known it was a cruel joke.
"Well this is fuckin' awkward, isn't it?" Harlow said, very obviously amused by the silence despite no smile on his face. He kept his eyes on me all the while, like he was enjoying me looking so uncomfortable, "Mikey, don't you have something to say, your 'gross little girlfriend is here-"
"Harlow, fuck off." Niko spoke through gritted teeth, and chucked a balled up napkin at him.
"I-I was gonna come..." Mikey was stiff in his chair like he'd been electrocuted with shock, and kept looking back and forth between my eyes, "I swear, I was."
