The Other Girl

worst

My ears were ringing for a good fine minutes after my parents were done yelling with me.

"How dare you Lilly! We are so ashamed of you!!"

You. You. You echoed in my head.

I tried to utter a few words to them, but stutters were the only sounds that came out.

I was officially at my worst.

My lowest of lows. And for once I cannot reach out to the people who love me the most to help me in my time of need.

I need my mom and dad.

I need things to be reversed.

If only we could never have fallen for each other or never had such amazing sex.

Being with Pascal is the worst thing that's ever happened to me.

It was the worst.

Now I've got nothing.

I've got the skanks.
Maybe they can help.

I need someone!

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I put them on group call and I sobbed with them for two hours

"Lilly, there's one thing you should always learn about being one of us....you don't fall in love with the person you're fucking"

"Yeah, its just not ethical"

Obviously Lisa has the worst knowledge of English I've ever known, but I sorta understand her.

Being a skank isn't that bad, its the worst thing you could be named throughout highschool.

I mean, we all know Rambo, this hot football player is fucking our science teacher, Joey contracted an std from a French exchange student who he caressed with his tongue.
The list is endless.

"Urh Lilly, you still there!?"

Dammit, I must've started to sleep. All the tears and sobbing and this killer headache has really tired me out.

"Goodnight girls, I can't do this , but all I can say is, thank you. Thank you for helping me get through this"

"G'night Lilly" , good god , their voices did not sound melodic when I felt this dead.

I hung up and assumed the position.

This may be a really bad day, even the worst, but hopefully one day, one day, I'll look back at this and laugh.