Sunset Lake {h.s.}

10

I smile to myself as I look at my reflection. My make-up was soft, but just enough. My hair felt voluminous and bouncy, and my outfit complemented my figure. I wore a salmon pink, floral halter type dress. My eyes trace down my body as I give myself a nod in the mirror.

Walking out of the bathroom I grabbed a denim jacket to compliment my outfit, and just in case I got cold.

Tonight Lainey and I were meeting Maura and her friends at Dynamos. Lainey and I haven't been to a club yet. The only place we went to drink at was the winery. I didn't want to sit and pout at home anymore because of Harry. Tonight I wanted to let go and have fun.

I haven't heard from Harry in two days. I'm coming to terms with that maybe the kiss made Harry realize he didn't want me. A part of my heart ached from the thought. Maybe the truth is Harry was leading me on. What if what the town thinks of him is true? What if he is a manwhore?

I laughed to myself. Not because he's a manwhore, but because I can't believe I'd let myself start to fall for someone like that. My grandmother used to tell me, "Men think with their dicks." I'm starting to believe that she's right.

From the moment I met Harry, I became captivated. He always had me but I never had him. I've had enough of looking like an idiot for wanting him. He kissed me and then left like I never meant anything. I used to think Harry was some sort of angel sent from God himself, but I was wrong. He toyed with me then left.

People always found a way to use me. My parents used me as a way to let out their anger and now Harry used me for his own entertainment. I tried so hard to mold myself into the person everyone thought of me.

I've had enough of trying to live up to peoples expectations of me. I believed Harry wanted to be around me but the moral of the story is he didn't. He most likely wanted to get in my pants. He's just like every other guy on this goddamn planet.

I throw on a pair of open-toed sandals and make my way downstairs. Lainey is leaning her back against the front door, waiting for me. She wears low rise blue jeans with a sparkly, silver chained haltered crop top. Her hair was straight but wavy, she looked like she had just come home from the beach with her golden tan.

"Are you ready?" Lainey asks as she opens the front door.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I said as we hooked arms and walked outside today.