That Girl.

Chapter 8

LEXA'S P.O.V

I wake up and get ready. I smile for the first time in a long time when I look in the mirror. I know Meghan is prettier than me but Harry doesn't seem to care. No guy has ever been as nice to me like he has. I have always felt unwanted and insecure. I don't really even have a family nor a dad to compare how i'm supposed to be treated. I'm happy I have him even if we're not exclusive.

I sit in our tiny little theatre and wait for Harry to show up. He's my partner and I couldn't be happier about it. I see him walk in and he looks a little out of it. His hair is tucked neatly into his beanie and his piercings look liked they haven't been cleaned. He's usually the poster boy for good looks but now he just looks gross.

"Hey Lexa" Harry says in a dull tone. That's strange. "No, Curly? Are we strangers?" I start to panic but I think i'm keeping my cool. "I need to talk to you" he says in a sad almost depressing tone. "Um you're scaring me you goob. It can't be that bad" I say not hiding how nervous I am right now. "Meghan and I are back together." he said in one breath. I turn around and ignore what he just said. "Curly." He says in a defeated tone.

"I'm happy for you. She seemed really sweet and did I mention how beautiful she was." I say choking back the tears. "Like a model." I sigh. "Curly." He says looking straight at me but I keep my focus on the empty stage in front of me.

"Young students, today I have prepared a special activity that you and your partner will preform." Mr. Dorman announces earning a sigh from me. "I will assign you an emotion and you have to portray it in front of one another or for better words use the emotion towards your partner." he says handing a slip of paper to each one of us. I wish Anne was here but she's on a vacation with her girlfriend while i'm stuck here alone dying of built up emotion.

Harry gets the emotion of sadness. Oh how I wish I got that one. It would be very easy to portray right now but I have to save the tears for my nasty habit of binge drinking. I turn over my paper and get anger. I haven't been angry in years. When I get angry I just shut down and not talk to anyone. "I got sadness" Harry whispered to me. "I know." I make a short response.

"So, let's get this started shall we?" Mr. Dorman asks us.

Harry plays on my emotions acting like he's sad and hurt that he's dating that perfect human being. It makes me wonder if he's even sorry that he lied to me. He almost starts to cry and says how much of a great friend I am and blah blah blah.

This only fuels my anger. This time i'm not blocking this feeling out i'm going to embrace it. It's my turn Harry.

"YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOUR FAKE ASS SYMPATHY! I'M DONE WITH EVERYONE LYING TO ME! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT I THOUGHT MAYBE THIS GUY ISN'T A FUCKING PRICK! BUT NO YOU ARE JUST AS BAD IF NOT WORSE THAN THE REST!" I scream and the whole theatre is silent.

"At least they were honest." I say in a defeated breath. I walk away and leave.

HARRY'S P.O.V

I didn't mean to hurt her. I was genuine about my apology. I didn't have an excuse on why I led her on without sounding like a jackass. She didn't deserve for me to treat her like that. She opened up to me and I let her down.

"Wow, that was an amazing reaction from Ms. Lee. See, that's how you should be acting. You want to use raw emotion to fuel your acting." Mr. Dorman says. If only he knew that she wasn't acting. Poor Curly.

"You are free to go today." Mr. Dorman excuses us.

*later that day*

I'm picking up Meg so we can go to dinner. We get to the sushi place she insisted we try. The thing about her is she isn't mean in the slightest but very dull and superficial. I couldn't handle it. At least with Curly we could make fun of each other or have a good laugh. She was a lad but one you could end up being with.

"Did you hear me?" Meghan said clearly annoyed by my lack of interest in this date. "Oh yeah" I said trying to act like I was listening the whole time. "Well, I was playing golf with some old friends of mine and I used the wrong club for a 100 yard swing and it was hilarious" she said laughing at her own story. " That's a riot" I faked laughed at her horribly boring story.

We drive back to her place and it was fucking horrible. Her obnoxious Indie Pop band was playing on my cars radio and I couldn't wait to get out. I stop at her place and open her door like the gentleman my mum raised me to be and walk her up to the door to kiss her goodnight.

She opens the door instead and her house is spotless. No dishes, dirty clothes, or wrappers anywhere. This girl was the polar opposite of Curly in every possible way. She is tall and sickly thin with long shiny black hair. Her legs are the size of my arms she has dull brown eyes and a nice clean apartment with simple furnishings. Curly is not the girl guys usually date. She's loud, vulger and did I mention she was messy. Her eyes sparkled every time she was excited the green seemed to get lighter. Her short blonde hair was a curly frizzy mess. Her body had scars and meat. I didn't feel like I was going to break her.

Meghan pulled me in her neat room with a perfectly made bed. How could someone live like this? She kissed me roughly and I was confused but then accepted my fate. "I missed you" she whispered into my lips. I didn't reply put just pushed her to the bed.