I'm Not One of Them

Not again.

I heard footsteps coming towards me, “Wree, why are you crying?”

I looked up at John, what was he talking about? I wiped my face, why the hell was I crying.

“Nothing, I don’t know,” I answered giving him a weak smile.

He sat down next to me and put his arm around my shoulder pulling me to his side. Vee came out of his room and shot me a glare. I’m guessing John noticed seeing as how he gave her a questioning look.

“Oh, so now you pay attention to me huh? Well, that’s a first! All you ever think or talk about is how Wren’s doing. That’s all I ever here. And when we’re all together, you’re always making sure she’s okay. It’s not your job to make sure of that John, so stop! She’s not a baby, she should get herself her own guy to take care of her instead of taking somebody else’s for a change!”

My eyes widened as I heard those words fly out of my best friend’s mouth. My vision blurred from the tears building up in my eyes. I flew off the couch and put on my shoes getting ready to leave.

“No, Wree, you’re staying, sit down,” John demanded showing a hint of anger in his voice. “And you,” he said pointing at Vanessa, “What the hell has gotten into you? She’s your best friend; you’re the last person that should be treating her like some useless bimbo. You don’t know a thing she’s going–“

Suddenly John was cut off by an even angrier voice, “Oh and you do? Why is that, huh? I thought I was her best friend. I should be the one to hear what she’s going through. But no, you’re the one who knows. Next thing you know, you’ll be going behind my back and cheating on me, am I right?”

“I was fucking raped Vee!” I screamed out having enough of her shit.

The room got quiet the minute I said that, and I could literally hear their jaws drop. I scanned their faces and I noticed sympathy and pity in Vee’s eyes. She opened her mouth to say something but I stopped her.

“Don’t Vee, just shut up for once. All you fucking care about is yourself and your relationship. Always trying to make me jealous because you have a boyfriend and yet get upset because I befriend him. Grow up, not everything is always about you. That’s why you wanted me to meet this guy, right? So I can back off of yours? News flash, I don’t want yours! He’s a friend. A better friend than you’ve ever been,” I turned to John “I’m sorry this happened, this is my fault,” I gave him a weak smile and headed towards the door.

I heard John call after me but all I could do is slam the door shut and run. I ran until I got home and I fell onto my bed crying for the very first time after that night.

A few weeks passed and I haven’t spoken to Vanessa or John since. I figured they’d be better off without me. How could she do that to me though? Set me up with a guy just so I can stop talking to John.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Cam though, all I knew was that I messed things up real badly. I’d see him every now and then, and each and every time I looked in his eyes, I swore I was falling even more for him.

As I walked to the diner, I noticed a familiar black curly haired boy. I smiled, knowing it was Cameron. Finally. Maybe I can try talking to him and get him to forgive me for the other day. Maybe we can go out for dinner or something.

My heart sunk, though, when I noticed a blonde chick practically grabbing to his arm for dear life. Of course, why the hell would I think he was even the least bit interested in me?

I walked to my usual booth but stopped in my tracks when I heard my name being called. Turning around, I put on the biggest and fakest smile I have ever pulled in my life,

“Cameron! Hey! Fancy seeing you here huh?” Wow, do I always sound this stupid? Relax, Wren, he doesn’t know you’re nervous.

“Yeah, well, John told me this place was pretty great so I decided to stop by and check it out,” he said not keeping his eyes off the bimbo.

“That’s not the only thing you’re checking out,” I mumbled rolling my eyes. Cameron looked at me with a curious look,

“What was that?” he asked. When I didn’t respond, he motioned for me to sit down, and so I did.

“So how have you been?” I asked, looking away from him, trying to make this as comfortable as possible as I watched the blonde bite on his neck like a dog. Cameron noticed my discomfort and smirked. Was he doing this on purpose? What the hell was his problem, why was he being such an ass?

“I’ve been good, as you can tell,” he said pointing to the bimbo clinging to him.

Rolling my eyes, I answered him with a composed voice, “That’s good, listen I, uh–“

I was cut off by a moan. I looked back at the couple in front of me and saw them sucking faces. My lip quivered and my eyes watered as I saw this.  God, I’m so stupid. I got up as quietly as possible so they wouldn’t notice my absence, and I ran.

I sprinted in fact. I didn’t want to see his stupid, smug face. I slid my back against the brick wall outback of the diner and starting crying.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing outside a diner this late at night? Where’s your boyfriend?”

I looked up and noticed a very scruffy bearded man, who seemed a tad too drunk for his own good. I sniffled and stayed where I was, not thinking anything of it.

Jumping up, I yelped as I felt his rough hand sliding down my waist and the other covering my mouth. Not again. God, please not again. I yelled out as loud as I possibly could, determined to not let this happen to me again.

“Shh, it’s okay. I won’t hurt ya, if you participate and be a good, quiet, little girl,” the man slurred, giving me a dirty smirk.

“Please don’t do this,” I whimpered, as he started ripping my dress apart, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties.

As he was sliding my panties down, I heard a slam of the back door of the diner. I looked up through my watery eyes and saw Cameron’s beautiful but angry face.

“Wree?”