Pretty Girl

{CHAPTER 15} - CRESENDO

She stayed in the library. Placed in the exact spot she conversed with Daniel, And ogled up at the books.

The only companions she had were the students who had the misfortune of overhearing their quick chat.

 They were kind enough to give some privacy to her, going on with what they were previously busy with.

Even though it did little help. She still could sense the swift peeks of her peers.

Their judgmental stares distracted her. Now they had enough proof that Daniel was right.

After all, they heard it from the horse's mouth.

They had all the leverage to treat her however they sought fit. In their eyes, and beliefs she was a cheating slut.

A nearby window looked down at the field.

Unfortunately, there was Abigail, and Terry over on a bench. Abigail flailed her arms around, like a helpless inflatable figure, clearly in distress.

Terry, on the other hand, was trying to deescalate the situation... I guess. From up here it's tough to see anything, yet there was no trouble identifying them.

I don't know what unknown force possessed her, however deep in her heart she wanted to check on Abigail's well-being.

Now I could argue that, that was a fucking awful idea. Though I could also say it was more for her benefit rather than hers.

Striding over to them there was no trouble hearing Abigail's obnoxious wails. Like a roaster cawing at five in the morning, you just want to punch it in the throat. Hypothetically.

"Oh thank god it's you," Abigail fled from Terry, and wrapped her arms around Pretty girl.

Giving a needy embrace, with everything that happened prior slipping away.

The tension left, and gave way to an awkward stiffness.

"I've had a shitty day today, and I need all the comfort I can get."

She grabbed her by the arm, and forcefully sat her besides Terry.

Terry, like the precious human being she is, welcomed Pretty girl with an eye roll.

"As you all know my last relationship with Leo ended awfully, and um... things have been not the best ever since. And as you all know about the list, um... the boys have been saying awful things about me."

Abigail so bravely fought back tears, and mustered up enough bravery to power through.

"Now on the list I've been named 'the ugly cow'. And I don't know why. It's just... I don't understand. And it sucks that Leo started it. It hurts even more because I loved him so much."

She flicked the tears away with her white jumper. What was left were foundation smudges.

Terry went in for a sympathetic hug, and gently patted her back. Abigail returned her gesture with disgust, while seeking relief from Pretty girl.

Abigail snuggled against her chest, rubbing her face on her t-shirt. She opened her mouth to bestow Abigail with her word of advice.

Pretty girl spoke up, "listen I think you shouldn't let their words effect you. You know that you're not an ugly cow so why should it matter if there're calling you that. Look I know you like Leo, and in a way you still care about him, and it sucks that he is calling you that, but I think you should move on. Cause right now he's just being a dick."

After that enjoyable pep talk Abigail seemed thankful, and showed it through a quiet chuckle.

Pretty girl then reminisced over the past couple of days, remembered everything that has happened to her.

She gained the nerve to speak up about the things that were troubling her. She let it all out. Well what she thought was necessary to mention.

"Hey, I know that what you're going through is terrible, and I understand how you feel. With me, and Keil things haven't been the best. Honestly it hasn't been good at all. I've been think of breaking up with him, but I don't know if I should.

I feel if I do break up with him it will only make my situation worse. Because at this point it feels like people already hate me. People don't like me right now, and I just want things to be how they were before. And I just wish that things would get better, but it feels like it never will. So, yeah I guess I understand how you feel."

Relief swept over her like a refreshing cool breeze. She was touched that someone listened to her, listened to her concerns. She excitedly waited for a response.

Abigail removed herself, looked at her, and spoke.

"Why are you complaining?"

In bewilderment she was stunned. That wasn't what she predicted to come out of Abigail.

"Come on really? Are you making this about yourself right now? I wanted you to be there for me, and then you start to make it all about you. You honestly shouldn't be complaining. So what if everyone hates you, there all going to forget about why they hated you in a couple of days. And why would you want to break up with Keil, like I don't get it. You're dating the most desired guy on campus, you should feel grateful. And listen at the end of the day people will always forgive, and your problems don't matter. So why complain when your pretty?"

Pretty girl just stood there in shock for a bit, before leaving them both to walk back to her dorm.

She wasn't a dancer, but she enjoyed it as a hobby.

Whenever Abigail wasn't there, and she had no outlet to express her feelings she'd dance.

She'd dance to whatever song felt appropriate, contorting her body in strange motions.

She'drun into furniture, and would redirect herself in various directions. A wave ofemotions would wash over her, and was used to control her movements.

She'ddance for hours around the limited space.

She'd dance until her legs were toonumb to move.

She'd dance like her whole world was falling apart.