Runaways

We Need To Talk

"Well, look what we have here. It's the little innocent girl who's covering up the fact that she's actually a slut," Jade sneers.

"Well, what do we have here? It's an actual slut who's not hiding anything, literally. If someone wanted to see a girl's boobs hanging out, they would've went to a strip club," I say while looking disgustedly at her skimpy outfit. From my peripheral vision, I saw a mother cover her 5-year-old son's eyes and rushed him out of the market.

She reeled her head back and just stared at me.

"What are you looking at?" I ask her.

"Oh, just something ugly," she smirks.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not a mirror. Don't worry, there's a whole aisle of mirrors in this store. When you get there, you can see your ugliness from all around," I answer.

"I hope you get run over by a car so I can screw your boys without you interfering," she tells me angrily.

"At this rate, I'd probably die by continuing to look at your face," I say and then walk around her.

At the last moment, I see her foot come out to trip me.

I fall to the ground.

As soon as I can collect my bearings, I hear her laughing. She's pointing at me and laughing her head off.

"Why are you laughing? The floor's more attractive than you," I tell her and then stand up.

That shuts up her ugly voice.

Walking towards the door, I see a teen looking at her intently.

"Shield your eyes. Her bitchiness could blind you," I tell him and then exit the market.

"Don't get STDS!" I yell from over my shoulder and then the door closes behind me. Perfect timing.

After dumping everything into my car, I sit in the driver's seat and start to shake. I don't know where I got that confidence from. Covering my face, I try to calm myself down, but the nerves take over.

This seriously is a problem.

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5 days later:

"Sang, we need to talk to you," I hear Owen say as I walk into the house.

Looking into the living room, I see all my boys....I MEAN THE BOYS!.....sitting in a circle.

"I don't know what I did, but it's Luke's fault," I respond immediately and then point my finger at him.

"Hey!" I hear him say.

"Hey!" I say, mimicking his voice.

All the boys laugh at him.

"When did Sang get so mean?" he asks while pouting.

"Back to the subject," Owen says, attracting attention to himself.

"We have an issue," he says.

"What type of issue, Owen?" I ask.

"A love issue."

Oh no! Did they find other girls they loved? This plan will never work out! I shouldn't have bothered to tell Dr. Roberts about it. Well, there goes my heart.

I laugh fakely. "What? Are you guys all in love with someone?" I ask with a broken heart.

"Yeah," they all reply.

"O-oh that's cool," I say while looking at them with a fake smile when in reality, all I wanted to do was eat a tub of ice-cream and cry over 'The Notebook'.