"Why the fuck would you even ask that?" Kiara screams in my face. "No! Your sluty fucking girlfriend can't come! We don't even want you here!" Kiara screams making tears fall. "Lay off Kie." John B says putting an arm around my shoulder. "She is not a slut." I sob. "Yeah. She is! The both of you are! Get your ass back on Figure Eight bitch!" Kiara continues screaming. "Kie! Enough!" JJ shouts glancing at me. "Get lost." She whispers. "I'm gonna go." I cry running away. "Y/N!" Pope calls after me. "Let her be. She is a sensitive slut." Kiara growls. I run as far as my legs could carry me before pulling out my phone and calling Sarah.
-Hey Baby! What's up?
-Can- can you come- pick me- up?
I sob into the phone.
-Of course Love. Take a breath. Where are you?
-I-I'm outside the wreck. On on the beach.
-I will be there in five.
I nod and hang up sobbing.
True to her word five minutes later Sarah wrapped her arms around me. "Baby girl... what happened?" She asked tilting my head up to make eye contact. "Kiara just said some shit." I sob hurrying my head into her chest. "I will kill that bitch." She snarls. "No. It's fine. I'm just to sensitive." I cringe remembering her words. "Is that what she said?!" She asked going into over protective girlfriend mode. I nod. "It's true." She shakes her head. "That is what I love about you! You wear your heart on your fucking sleeve! You speak your mind! I love you just the way you are!" I sob into her. "I love you." She kisses my head. "Oh baby I love you too. Why don't we go home? Watch some movies and go for a swim?" I nod and follow her to her car.
