Privacy [completed]

TWENTY-FOUR| confession is love

I hear about all these sayings and things about how you're supposed to be comfortable with your boyfriend and be happy, but I'm wasn't. I didn't like Harry, not even a little bit. But being around him made me so uncomfortable.

"You truly are the one and only Blue Girl," Coach had chuckled. She had followed us to the hallway.

I frowned.

"You like being labeled as his girlfriend?" She asked.

I stayed quiet.

"Your reason as of why you weren't at morning practice, and the plane today is now legitimate," she spoke. "Your off the hook for now. And I guess I'll allow that blue hair since you have a reputation to hold."

I frowned.

"Where'd Harry go anyways?" She asked.

I sighed and walked away from her. I'm exhausted and I want to just lay down. In the room, Siena was texting. She noticed me and smiled. I sat beside her and she hugged me. I don't like hugs or being touched, matter of fact I hate them both. But she's always hugging on me. Does no mean yes? I pulled away from her after a while and looked into her eyes.

I remember at the time feeling so confused. I felt so lonely and so hurt for no reason whatsoever. So, I needed to get my mind off of everything. Which is why I asked her the following question.

"Can you tell me who The Slut is?"

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SIENA

For some reason, I'm thinking of her. She wasn't a bad person when I knew her. She want some monster who only felt depressed twenty-four seven. She asked me who that girl was and I felt at that moment our relationship had improved.

I smiled at the memory. I wonder what she's up too?

-

She wants to know who The Slut is? But doesn't everyone? I toss that name around so many people, and all I get is the question of whose that, or don't call people a slut. It's quite flattering to know she was is curious, at least she cares a little bit.

"History," I mumbled.

She sat up and looked at me. "Why won't you say her name?"

"I just won't," I mumbled.

She was silent.

"She slept with every single guy I knew," I said with a sad chuckle, I closed my eyes, and took a deep before saying. "She's my ex-girlfriend."

She looked stunned like she had just seen a ghost. She looked at me up and down carelessly. She gave me a look. Not the look of how everyone seems to look at me once I tell them the big news about my sexuality. She gave me a confused look. She bit her lip before finally saying something.

"You're a lesbian?" She asked.

"Bisexual."

She nodded and laid on the other bed, her bed. I sighed. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I knew I should've just kept telling her it's just history. I called out her name and she looked at me.

"Don't hate me. I'm sorry if you-"

"Don't apologize," she shrugged.

"Why are you being like this?" I asked getting up and sitting beside her.