Chasing Storm

40. Girls Night Out

~ Storm ~ 6pm

I'm currently on my third box of glazed donuts and I've already choked down two pints of strawberry cheesecake ice cream.

Yeah, I'm fucking depressed.

When I'm stressed, depressed, or mad I tend to eat, which seems to be all the time, probably why I'm so big now.

It also didn't help that Yaz has been at my place since we left the party two days ago and we've been sitting in the living room in a state of depression with an array of junk food in front of us.

Two depressed people are way worse than one.

I tried my hardest to hold myself together after everything that happened, but it's really hitting me hard.

I opened my heart up to that man and in a matter of seconds, he crushed it and tossed it in the trash.

We were probably moving too fast anyways.

I should've known not to let myself fall for him that fast but I couldn't help it. 

I loved the attention he showed me, even before we became intimate he made it his mission to make sure I was happy, well fed, and well taken care of.

He was like another best friend but I was super attracted to him.

Your so stupid Storm.

Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Dropping my donut on the floor, my hands flew to my chest, startled at the sound of someone banging on the door.

"I bet that's Bree's heavy-handed ass, coming here to bother us again." Yaz said.

Getting up from the chair, I walked over to the door and looked through the peephole.

Sure enough, it was Bree and Giselle.

Bree started pounding on the door again causing me to get startled again.

I quickly unlocked the door and before I could even let them in, Bree was already pushing her way through, almost knocking me over.

"Damn bitch, knock me over why don't you." I muttered.

"Y'all hoes still in here feeling sorry for yourselves?" Bree said.

"Oh my bad, it's not like I didn't get shot or anything." Yaz said.

"Yeah, you're an expectation but your not." Bree pointed at me.

I rolled my eyes at her and focused on Giselle walking in after her.

"Hi, cutie." She smiled and then pulled me into a hug.

"Hi." I smiled back.

Giselle was a sweetheart compared to Bree and Yaz. She was always the one trying to cheer people up and make them smile.

Whereas Bree's rude ass didn't care, she says what's on her mind and doesn't give a fuck who likes it or who doesn't.

She says a lot of things that might seem a bit insensitive but we all knew that she was just being herself and we loved her for that.

"Why am I not an expectation?" I questioned.

She quickly turned around and placed her hands on her hip. "Because you are too gorgeous to be letting some man break your heart, a white man at that."

"Why you gotta put emphasis on him being white." I asked, rolling my eyes.

She stared at me with this 'you can't be serious look on her face then said, "The girls that get it...get it."