Quirks Of Being A Queen Bee ✔ COMPLETED ✔

Chapter Thirteen

Our place.

"Is he seriously going to guilt trip me now?" I asked, shoving my phone into my pocket. I had come a long way since then. I had come a long way since three years ago. Did I really need to do this now?

The alternative is to have Trevor hate you, the little voice in the back of my head snarled. I sighed. Maybe, maybe if I went, I could clear it up. Say sorry. Tell him why I did what I did. To finally stop him hating me, and to straighten everything out. Maybe that was what I needed to do. Then I'd never have to talk or speak to him again.

"Oh my Gosh, Trev, there's so much food in here." A twelve-year old me said, walking around and eyeing all the snacks. My beach ball stomach was flabby and my apple cheeks were building up my fat face, yet I still wanted more food.

"Look, Ashley. There's a hill right behind this corner shop." Trevor pointed. "You see?"

"This is heaven." I opened the ice cream freezer and pulled out a Häagen-Dazs chocolate dark chocolate bar, while Trevor pulled out a red ice lolly. We raided the aisles for junk food, paid for it, and ran up the hill to have a picnic. It was the last week of summer, and we were sharing junk food and cold, store-bought sandwiches, a slushie and an ice cream each. In that moment, I can still remember how happy I was. Everything was fine and dandy.

"This is our hill." I stated, firmly, getting up on my chubby feet. My plump face was drawn together, seriously, my hands on my wide hips. My curls whipped my face. "I mean it. This is our hill, our place, and no one else is allowed up here."

"Yeah!" Trevor agreed. "It's our place. Mt. Riverton."

"Did you really just combine our last names together, Trev?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What? Don't you like it?" He pulled a cheeky grin, his left cheek's dimple showing.

"No, I do. It's super cool." I smiled. "If we ever break friends, we're never, ever bringing anybody else up here. Because it's ours, no matter what."

"Okay." He replied.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Ugh. What did I do to him? What did he ever do to me?

He deserved to be cast aside, Ash. You know that. That was all you needed to do to get where you are.

And I'm not sorry. Sorry's not the word. I feel bad, yeah. But would I change it? No. I'd still be that fat, ugly loser if I hadn't broken friends with him. I needed to do it. Plus, I gained a sister, Heidi. Heidi's honestly the best. She's someone I can tell anything to, and I'd trust her with my life. Trevor didn't understand. He'd never been fat. He'd never been teased. He'd never been the one to constantly be told that they could be really pretty and that they'd be friends...if they lost a few pounds.

He walked around thinking I was a bitch. He honestly thought I did it for no reason. But that's not true at all. I was just sick and tired of being alone. There were so many things Trevor couldn't do. He wasn't a girl: we couldn't girl talk, we couldn't hang in Starbucks, we couldn't go on shopping sprees, we couldn't talk for hours on the phone, and we were just far too different. He just never knew how it felt. When I got my life in line, I had the chance to rise up even higher, and I took it. I had slimmed down, I had taken notice of what made me someone to pick on and corrected them. It is why I'm who I am today. If I hadn't done what I did - I'd just be another one of the girls Heidi, Amanda, Iris, Kristy and the whole gang would pick on. I wasn't born perfect! I wasn't blessed with perfect genes! Even Trevor has looks now, even he grew up into someone slightly desirable! No one would've wanted me, and I'm damn well sure he would've ditched me instead of this if we'd stayed together anyway!