unexpected - b.w.s

40. Propaganda

After what Bradley just said, I stood there, not knowing what to do. I felt like now, he meant it. You could say he also did that the last time, but this time just felt real.

But I've leaned that you shouldn't believe in everything you think is real. Just like I thought me and his friendship was, turned out not to be.

I turned around, starting walking past some people. I wasn't in the mood for this assignment.

"Oh, Maggie! Come over here!" A high pitched voice called. I rolled my eyes, just by the sound I could hear it was Amy. Just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse.

I turned around to see her false smile, smile right at me. "Come on." She said a little louder.

I didn't know whether or not it was a bad or hood idea, but I walked towards her and some other girls. I had nothing to loose.

"How's it going with you and Brad?" She asked, like she cared. Of course did she only wanna talk to me because of Brad, otherwise she couldn't care less.

"What do you mean?" I ask a bit worried. It was like she knew what he just told me.

"Oh just, you seem really close friends." She said in a monotone voice compared to her normal high one.

I did not know what to say. We weren't like friends anymore, but I didn't wanna tell Amy that. She only wanted the gossip, but she wasn't gonna get it from me.

"But if I know Brad right, then he don't want any normal friends, only friends with benefits." She shrugged. I've heard that a lot, but when I think of who Bradley is - or was - when he was together with me, it didn't seem like that.

"Just because he saw you that way, doesn't mean he sees that in everybody." I say simply. "People change, you know."

She looked at me quite offended, but didn't wanna show it, so she tried to hide it. It's weird how people who treat you like shit, get offended just when you suddenly do the same.

"Anyway..." She totally ignored the thing I just said.
"Looks like that shirt is a little too tight for your body, isn't it?" She asked mockingly, even though her white blouse was stretched around hr torso 4 times tighter than mine, so you could see her pink bra underneath it.

Some of the girls behind giggled at me, and Amy just stood there looking satisfied. I could slightly feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

"Don't worry I've got a tip for you." She walked closer to me, showing me her indexfinger and pmiddlefinger up together. "If you wanna look supermodel skinny, all you have to do is stick these two fingers down your throat."

"I'm not gonna throw up, just to be skinnier." I couldn't imagine myself doing that.

"Oh honey, I'm just trying to help, and this is needed." She smirked, before walking off, with the rest of the girls.