If Yesterday was Real (Benson Sisters #1)

Chapter 10: Meeting my fake boyfriend's ex

Chapter 10: Meeting my fake boyfriend's ex

"Are you going to say anything?" Jo is in an agitated mood, but I can't care any less. It's supposed to be a peaceful Saturday — usually I'd be out with Zara and Hailey, but I told them I was working on my college applications.

It isn't totally a lie — I spent yesterday night working on polishing essays I've written over the summer especially since I'm working on getting some financial aid and maybe even a cheerleading scholarship.

As much as I love the girls, Zara and Hailey can apply to any university they want without having to worry about their tuition fees. I, on the other hand, don't have that amount of privilege. My parents left a great sum of money for all of us, but it's not enough to get me through 4 years in university.

Before I know it, I feel something soft hit my face. I stare at the slice of toasted bread that coincidentally fell from my cheek to my plate. "Did you just throw fucking bread at me?" I snarl at Jo, my temper flaring.

"I asked you if your Sunday dinner with the Parkers is still up for tomorrow night," she snaps, standing up. She leaves her plate, and I notice the crumbs of bread she left on the table.

Of course I'm going to be the one to clean it all up again. "Why don't you wash the plates this time?" I shoot the suggestion bitterly with a tired sigh.

She looks back at me and rolls her eyes. "I need to study, and I'm tired from working which you wouldn't know."

I defensively stand up, more annoyed. "Excuse me for getting hospitalized last year for tiredly balancing both school and work," it already pains me knowing I currently can't contribute financially to the family, and Jo using this to hurt me makes it even worse. I literally work in the summer when we have no school.

"Whatever. At least I'm not a people pleaser."

That gets me fuming. "Shut the fuck up, Jo."

"It's true," she returns nonchalantly, flopping down on the couch. "Poor little Margery gets cheated on by THE Daniel Hoffman. But who cares when she's already got Colter Parkers? Oh wait... he's fake."

Her bringing up Colter reminds me of the night he said the kiss meant nothing. This only makes me even more devastated. "Look who's talking," I let out a false laugh, "you're the one who suddenly ghosted her best friend since elementary and is in the process of ignoring her boyfriend just for the sake of popularity."

She gives me a look. I know her too well to know she's stricken. The feeling of victory enters my veins before guilt replaces it. "You don't know what you're talking about," she hisses, "I'm not like you, Marge. I don't like to blend in with the popular people — because again, I'm not a people pleaser."

Before I know it, I'm giving her the middle finger. "Fuck you!" I yell, feeling more and more upset. "Fuck you, Jo."

"'No, fuck you! You don't do a ton amount of shit. I'm probably going to get an academic scholarship, and Cara's got a swimming one, so what's gonna happen when you get to college, huh? Will you take some shit from our trust funds then?"

I feel faint — the reminder of not being good enough hits my stomach. First in school where I'm surrounded with people who either have parents or are naturally smart, second in occasions where I recall the luxuries I lack in life, and now... in my own household. 

"Fuck you, Jo. Fuck you." I throw her the bread on my plate, and she dodges right in time. I walk to my room and slam the door shut before burying my head in my pillow, letting the tears come.