Axel

2

I S A B E L L A

After a long hour of back and forth debating, Abby had pressured me into going to a party with her.

Her big brown eyes trailed my figure as i stepped a few steps back from the mirror in her room. I stared at myself through, and ignore her judgmental eyes.

The black fabric reached to my mid-thighs, my chest and hips were left exposed where the dress was purposely missing fabric, creating an hour glass shape effect to my tall figure. And although the dress made me feel good about myself that quickly died down when Abby opened her mouth.

"I guess it will have to do" She mumbled. I looked back at her, she wore a glittery black dress, it had just about reached to her thighs. The dress wrapped around her body and i couldn't help but compare myself to her.

Abby could pretend to be a friend, but she'll always be a mean girl.

I had almost let out a scoff but held it in. When this 'friendship' had first blossomed, i had just started high school. I had no friends, i had bad grades and my family was falling apart. I was so alone, and was willinging to do anything to make it all go away and forget. I was a desperate girl, so when Abby decided to sit next me in chemistry class i felt needed. Wanted.

With that popular girl, sassy voice she invited me to hang out with her. Blinded by the thought of a real friendship i had accepted to hang out with her. At first it was good, we had lunch everyday and slept over at each other's houses almost every weekend. And for once i had someone to talk too, someone to lean on and someone to open up too. It was all so good, until she had started involving herself with the wrong people. Boys and girls who partied every weekend and sold drugs.

I told her it was not good, she said she'll be fine and that they are good people.

Then before i knew it, we had lunch every other day and sleepovers every other weekend. Then we had lunch once a week, and sleepovers once a month. Then it just stopped, we stopped having lunch, we stopped having sleepovers, we stopped hanging out. It was like that for a few months until she told me how sorry she was for abandoning me.

Only this time it was different, she laughed at me infront of others, she made me insecure about everything that i did. From what i ate in the morning to how i looked.

And it has stayed like that for 3 years.

We are now on our last year of highschool, and now i find myself dreading to hang out with her. I find myself ignoring her messages. I used to be afraid of being alone, now it's all i wish for when i'm around her.

I take a deep breath and one last long look at myself, pushing my hair behind my shoulders as i look back at Abby. She has her arms crossed across her chest and is sending me a nasty scoul followed with an eye roll.

"Are you done staring at yourself?" Her temper sparked.

I hum, turn on my heels and leave the room - hopping on one foot as i attempt to slip on my heels. Abby doesn't wait for me, she rushes out the front door and plants a big smile on her face when she spots our ride.

I watch her slip into the passenger seat, and her giggle taunts me as she flirts with the driver, Jake. Another one of her boy toys that she has convinced they will be together.

They won't, she'll dump him just like the last one.

I chew the inside of my cheek, listening to my heels click on the pavement before pulling open the back door where two other boys are sat, both wearing wide grins and clearly drunk.