Tate

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

I slipped on a plain black dress that flowed to my knees and my black converse high tops. My hair was up, out of my face. I wore no make up, I hadn't in days. Shelly's dress was slim, black, and long. Jesus sandals strapped to her feet. Her face was natural, like mine. Neither one of us cared to put on make up, knowing we'll be crying soon.

We arrived at the funeral, hand in hand. We slowly approached the crowd of people that showed up for Brooke. And as we got closer, heads began to turn and whispers were heard. I know what they are all thinking.

Brooke died at her party.

Tate and Shelly were bad influences on her. 

How can you live in the house your best friend overdosed in?

People in this town loved to talk. They were all pathetic and had nothing better to do. I bet they're thrilled Brooke is dead. More talk. More drama. More fun.

Coming out of the crowd, Brooke's mom, Caroline, stomped over to us with tears pouring down her face.

"How dare you?" Disappointment filled her tone. "I trusted you with my daughter and you threw a party? An illegal party! Drugs and probably sex!" Anger was building inside her the more she continued. "How can you call yourself a friend? Friends don't put friends in danger!"

The crowd had their eyes on us. Caroline stared at us , tears pouring down her face as she took a deep breath. "Brooke told me you guys were seeing a movie, did you get her to lie for you? So you can waste your life away with your shitty decisions, dragging her down with you? That's so sad. You just ruined our lives with your stupid party. Your parents should be ashamed to call you their daughters." Caroline tried to wipe her tears but they just wouldn't stop. "I'll be praying for you."

I watched her walk away. Tears escaped my eyes as the thought of Brooke's mom hating me filled my sorry little head.

"I wish this went differently." Shelly broke the silence, her eyes watering.

"And we still have a whole fucking funeral to attend." I wiped my tears and straightened my poster. "Let's go fuck shit up."

"This is a bad time for jokes, Tate." She looked away from the crowd and at me.

I stepped in front of her. "It's not even a joke anymore, Shelly. We fuck up literally everything good in our lives. I wonder what's going to happen now!" I threw my hands in the air. I was feeling too many emotions at once and I wanted all of it to stop.

Shelly grabbed me by my shoulders, "Breathe. Let's just get this over with. I don't want to be here either."

I sighed and turned around towards the crowd. I began walking forward with Shelly behind me and eyes on us. I felt her hand grab mine and I felt more calm knowing my best friend was by my side.

The closer we got to the crowd, the more I realized who was there for Brooke and who was there for attention.

"Here lies the sophomore class." Shelly mumbled, obviously annoyed about the people who showed up.

"Here lies the beautiful Brooke and her fake ass class."

Gia Norman approached us, "I am so sorry about your loss. Brooke was a great person and she really didn't deserve this. Whoever let this happen to her is going to get the karma they deserve." She sadly smiled. "Let me know if you need anything."

"Shove that up your ass!"

"Shelly!" I pulled my hand away from hers. Gia stood there in shock. I stepped closer to Shelly, my face in hers, "We are about to get a lot of sympathetic attention right now, just suck it up." I whispered.