Pendeja • Oscar Diaz

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Angie was walking through the neighborhood trying to calm down. She didn't know what time it was but she knew it had to be 2 in the morning. India pulled up next to her and asked her to get in the car. Angie sat in the passenger seat staring at her fists.

"Why would she do that India? She knew I was crazy for him. Why would she risk our friendship over some dick?" Angie questioned "10 years dude and she threw it in the trash. I can't look at her without wanting to kill her" she explained, rubbing her hands

"I told her she had to go. I couldn't even look at her without wanting to punch her in the face" India informed

"It's the fact I told her this morning that I ended things and not even 12 hours later she's running to him to have sex. It explains a lot throughout the years though. Whenever I needed her as a friend, she was fucking him" she expressed, holding in her tears "Fuck! She held my hand when I told her I had a miscarriage. She probably had just come from his house" Angie muttered

"How about Oscar, how do you feel?" India asked

Angie sighed, putting her face in her hands "I want to be mad at him. He's the one who initiated first but he hasn't done anything with her since. She was the one who kept persisting. At the same time, he shouldn't have done it"

"I can say this, he wants answers. He's grieving a loss that he didn't know he needed to grieve. But he understands that you're going to need time to process this" India explained

They parked outside their house and sat in the car. Angie has been holding everything in that once she looked at India she burst out in tears. India immediately pulled her into a hug. All she wanted to do was protect Angie from the pain.

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Angie was lying in bed. No one has heard from her in a few days. India has occasionally checked on her, leaving her food and water. Angie had been ignoring her messages from Monica, she didn't want you to see her. She had a lot of hatred towards her.

Knock came from her door and it was India. She had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in her hand. "I got some food for you" she announced, putting it on the table

"Thank you" Angie mumbled, poking her head out of the covers

India sat on her bed "When are you going to get up? If I wasn't here were you going to starve to death?" She questioned

"No, I just want to rot in bed. I want my life to go back to normal" Angie expressed

"I know you do but I'm not going to let you,"  India said

"Please not right now" Angie begged, tearing up

"Okay, okay sorry. I want to tell you something, Monica is coming today to pick up her stuff. She's moving out" India informed

Angie sat up and sighed. Her knotted bun coming out of place. "I can help her" she announced getting out of bed

Angie walked out of her room and went to Monica's room. The once-bright room was so dark. Angie grabbed her clothes and started walking to the front yard. She threw it on the wet grass.

"This isn't mature Angie" India warned, walking behind her

"I don't give a fuck. You want me out of bed right? So I'm out of bed" she criticized walking back to Monica's room

"Yeah but it's her stuff that you're ruining" India shrugged, watching Angie destroy Monica's stuff

"Just like how she ruined our friendships. She'll be fine, she can replace her stuff but she can't replace our friendship" Angie explained, grabbing more of her stuff