The Other Girl

hated

Being a skank comes with the territory, every normal girl hates you, but also loves you.

They hate that you're perfect to ones eye, your make up is always magnificent, your hair is always in a do and your legs are always open to the hottest guys in school and well, they love the guys who insist to climb aboard.

But, lately, I've been experiencing a different kind of hate.
The hate you feel amongst two countries going to war, the hate strewn across people who are anti-gay or the resentment you can see between two sisters.

Cheyenne officially hated me.

I could feel her eyes pierce through my skin and burn a bit of my soul each time we passed each other In the corridors, I could feel how she stabbed her chicken in her salad at lunch time, as if she was practicing to fork me in My sleep.

Cheyenne looked pyscho every to me she glared my way. Maybe Pascal was right, maybe she is crazy.

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I think my favorite part of the day was gym class, but this was soon to chalactating, most good looking and fit teacher in the whole of Richmond high taught us PT.

Mr Shultz had a firmly toned arse that was sleekly moulded by tight gym shorts, his arms were boulders of muscle attached to his caramel skin and his smile was that of a kid who just had their braces removed, gleeming and perfect.

Okay, so besides the fit teacher, we also had a fit mom in our class, "class, today Cheyenne Whitby will be joining us today, her doctor has cleared her for action, but I'd like to verify that, so everyone, let's give her a warm welcome!"

The gymnasium was drowned in applauses and hoots. Since being pregnant Cheyennes breasts had increased in size, almost doubled in size due to her lactating and I can only assume that the hoots are for her hooters on her chest.

"Alright guys, I'm splitting you up into two teams, we are playing dodge ball and we need this game to be fair, besides its only a warm up for what's to come......martial arts training"

Cheyenne and I were in the same team, great.

Ten minutes of "intense" dodging had gone by when suddenly, a hard red ball hit my head with a thud.

"You deserve it you cheating bitch!! I fucking hate you and I hope you die"

I refused to retaliate.

It was not worth it.

I am the better person.

"Are you ignoring Me skank!?"
"Huh!?"

"Just answer me!"

I turned my back on Cheyenne as she screamed out at me.

Ball after ball came flying at me.

Enough is enough.

''Cheyenne, I cant help it your ex boyfriend found pleasure with me and I certainly can't help that you're a pyscho bitch, also another thing....I can't help it that you hate that I'm better than you. Get over it!"

"I hate that you're better than me!?....NO!! I just hate that you're a skank who stole my boyfriend from me. I don't hate you, I hate that you exist! I hate that you wake up every morning knowing that Pascal will be there to wait on you hand and foot, I hate that he goes to bed smiling because of you. I hate you!"

Her violent sobs hushed the dodgers and drew the attention of Mr Shultz.

"Cheyenne, I no longer see Pascal and I hate it, it eats me up. I miss him too you know. I understand that you could hate me, but you shouldn't, I tried to stay away from him, but I couldn't, he lured me in and I was the weak prey, he killed me, the old Lilly, who could do what she wanted without a care in the world and now... I have to stare at your creation, my brother everyday and I have to pretend that I don't miss Pascal, I have to pretend that my parents don't hate me just so I don't cry, I have to pretend to not see Pascal in math class or business, but you know what, I can't. I just can't"

Mr Shultz gave us both notes to go see the school counsellor and so we did, we walked out, both sobbing, rather strange and walked to Mrs Munroe.

The girl who hates me is experiencing the same emotions and feelings of pain as I am, maybe in different degrees, but we both love Pascal and I'm sure we both hate why.