Diary Of Aria Jones

Boyfriend #4 Part 5

Maybe our love was like our rock. Firm. Strong. Anchored.

It was a symbol of our love.

But rocks whither.

Remember Bluntesha.? After I proclaimed my love to Izzy. Everything was amazing. I thought I fell even more in love with him afterwards. Keyword:
Thought

We started going out more often. We texted everyday.

When we saw each other we would hug each other for a good 20 minutes. We would just stand wrapped in each others arm and in that moment. Nothing else mattered.

Izzy's love for me never wavered. He was my anchor. The one who reassured me that everything would be OK.

Why did Izzy have to do that? What was wrong?

Bluntesha. Yes.

Bluntesha Blunt.

That is what was wrong. I know I said "what".

Rumours were beginning to spread. About none other but Pastor Jones' younger daughter.

Whore. Slut. Harlot.

Yes, harlot. They're church people. What do you expect? Come on now.

These were the names that I was being called.

"Blunty told me that she told you she liked me then you wanted to prove that you could get me first", Amar mentioned one evening as we snuggled on our rock watching the sun set.

I pulled away from him.

"She said what?!", I was alarmed.

I mean, I knew Blunty had a weird crush on Izzy but I did not think she would have gone as far as to tell that blatant lie.

"Don't worry Abby, its not like I believe her or anything. I just wanted you to know what she said", Izzy reassured me as he took my face in his hands.

"Good. Don't believe a word that girl says"

Izzy and I spent the rest of that afternoon puzzled about the levels Bluntesha would go in order to make our lives miserable.

After Bounty had told Amar this, he had a special hatred smack in the middle of his heart for Blunty.

Hate is a strong word I know. It pained Izzy to even hear Bluntesha's name.

Sometimes I thought he disliked her more than I did.

We found out that Bluntesha was the source of the rumours one eery Tuesday night.

I had stopped talking to Bluntesha from after camp. We weren't as close but we still said our greetings and farewells. Barely. But I said them.

After what Amar had told me she said. I could not even stand to look at her.

"Ari, you would not believe what just happened", Imani said after I answered my phone.

"Stop being so dramatic Mani", I chuckled.

"I'm not. Bluntesha-"

Well this can't end well.

"- came to me tonight and we were talking. It was obvious that she did not get the memo that we're best friends because the things she was saying about you".
No. Don't tell me what someone says about me. I'm used to Bluntesha's drama. But what did you as my friend do? At this moment I was pissed.

I was tired of this.

"Don't worry babe, I sorted it out. I don't think she would ever be saying any of those things ever again."