Careful What You Wish For
I don’t know why I should be pissed off towards this subject. It’s a petty reason and it’s completely ridiculous. I am unable to admit my true feeling towards him, not that I had any.
Still, he’s dating her! He kissed me and he’s dating my friend. Of course, I was hurt. I’m not some soulless bitch, who doesn’t care about how I felt. I get hurt like every human being. I just wished some people would just realize that.
A part of me tells me that they’ll never look past this. They’ll just think of me as a bitch who will just steal your boyfriend. I break hearts, but I’m not a whore. They’ll still have that thought of me even if I changed. They’re going to use my past against me and I can’t do anything about it, because I did do it.
People can change. Others need to realize that.
The other thing that pained me was the thought of my best friend not believing me and even though my head was killing me that day, I saw, deep in her eyes, she called me a bitch. I was able to read that expression in her face when she glared at me. I could see the anger and jealousy in her eyes.
Somehow, it hurt me to know that.
Lastly, the thing that is probably the most unbearable is Collin calling me a slut. I thought he would look pass what happened before and forget the person I was. I thought he could be that guy I would change for. I was willing to do whatever it takes for him and us. Calling me a slut was a slap in the face. It was unexpected. He didn’t look like the guy who would say that. I thought he was different.
I can’t explain how hurt I am. I’ve never been this hurt in my entire life. Two people made a complete impact in my life. They were a chance for redemption and a chance to be a better person. I was about to believe I can change. I was on the verge to believe I am different from whom I was before.
Too bad they hate me. Even though if they didn’t, my pride won’t allow me to forgive them.
The other emotion I felt was anger. I was frustrated and annoyed.
Layla thinks I’m a bitch. Fine, I’ll just show her one.
Collin called me a slut, I’ll show him one.
Cal wants to play, game on.
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Never in my entire life had I tried to look good. I possess something called natural beauty. I didn’t have to try, because it came effortlessly.
“Damn,” I heard a guy say when I passed by him. Images of him checking me out popped my head, but I ignored it. I actually find is irritating and disgusting, but I didn’t care about this useless idiot. I didn’t even bother to take a glance at him.
Being seen like this lowers my confidence in myself. It feels naked- it is naked. My dignity kept me intact. Looking like this, like a slut, is disappointing. A pretty girl doesn’t really need makeup and clothes to make her look better. I may have broken hearts, but I don’t give myself to just anyone. I’m not easy.
I don’t want to look like this. I hate looking like this. I don’t want to be known as easy Brooke, but I had to this. I had to give them what they want.
My face was filled with too much makeup and my clothes were tight on me. I was wearing a miniskirt and a camisole that showed some of my cleavage. I looked hot and sexy, but I looked like a slut. It was the concept though.
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