Skinny Love

Fight.

I thought things we're looking up. I mean Mikey hadn't bothered me in a while. Jonah finally growed the balls to ask out Sammee so they've been dating for about two weeks. I feel like chase and Bella are gonna start dating, and Cody finally got over his girlfriend. But you know what they say, what goes up must come down.
During hell week(the week before finals week), things started to get, for lack of a better word, dramatic. Ever since Cody and his girlfriend broke up I started hanging out with him more because he felt really alone. I mean he had some school friends but he didn't really consider them good friends, he liked to keep his distance. The only reason our group was close to Cody was because of me. I kinda forced my way into his life because when I met him I could just tell that he was sad. He hid it pretty well, I must admit, but sometimes you could just hear it in his voice and the way he talked. So whether he liked it or not I made it a point to be his friend so he wouldn't be so alone. He was in my humanities class and we did a lot of group projects. I made sure I was always in the same group as him. I know, that sounds really creepy and stalker-ish but hey, a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do. The teacher always let up pick our groups so, yeah. He didn't have the best grade in the class, and I had a decent grade so the teacher didn't mind that we were always in the same group because the group projects was the thing keeping Cody from failing the class. Long story short, he got tired of keeping up the facade and let me get close to him. So that's why we're friends. But I knew that he really didn't have anyone else but his girlfriend and me. I couldn't just leave him when he really needed me, so I was spending more and more time with him. Well, Wes didn't take to this too well. I explained what happened and he was okay with it at first, but after a few weeks it started to bug him more and more by the day. One day he just kinda lost it.
"Are you cheating on me?" He says with anger in his normally calm voice.
"Well hello to you too." I say while just walking into his house. We had planed to study together for a test coming up in physiology.
"That doesn't answer my question."
"No, I'm not cheating on you. What even gave you that idea?"
You've been with Cody so-"
"Cody?? That's who this is about? I told you want was happening with him!"
"That's not what Bryce told me."
"Bryce," I chuckle, "You mean my ex's best friend? Are you really going to trust him?"
"I wasn't going to at first but then he sent me pictures of you guys!"
"Pictures of what?!"
"You were feeding him cake!"
I just kind of gave him this look: -.- and said, "you're mad, because I was sharing food with him?"
"It was the way you were looking at him, you looked so happy."
"So what you're saying is that I can't hang out with someone and look happy?"
"Not just someone Jasey! Him! Cody! The guy you've been hanging out with nonstop for the past couple weeks!"
He called me Jasey. He never calls me Jasey.
"Wes. Calm down, you're-"
"I'm what! What am I? Not important to you? Not good enough for you?"
"WHO THE HELL SAID THAT? IF YOU WOULD JUST LET ME EXPLAIN-"
"EXPLAIN WHAT? WHY YOU'RE CHEATING ON ME?"
"I'M NOT FUCKING CHEATING ON YOU. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST."
"Yeah, okay. Whatever you say."
"You know what, I'm gonna go home. Call me when you're done being a dick."
"Yeah, and you can call me when you're done cheating on me."
I walk out the door and slam it on my way out.
I can't fucking believe him. I thought to myself. I can't believe he would listen to Bryce fucking Hall. That asshole. I'm gonna wring his neck out. I know who's behind all this shit too. It didn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure this out. Mikey Barone. That fucker. I'm gonna end him.
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Fast forward to now, the week after break, I'm staring right at the fuckers. I just got out of class. Once I'm done with him he's gonna wish he never talked to me or put his fat as fuck nose in my business. I march up to tweedle dee and tweedle dum and pull them aside so that not a lot of people can hear us in the hall.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU. WHY THE HELL DO YOU AND YOUR PUNY SIDEKICK HAVE TO SICK YOUR SHIT WHERE IT DOESN'T BELONG." I scream at him, "AND YOU. YOU LITTLE SHIT. YOU RUINED WES AND ME. THIS SHIT HAPPENED WEEKS AGO AND WES STILL REFUSES TO TALK TO ME."
"Maybe if you didn't cheat on him this wouldn't be happening." Bryce snaps at me.
"I wasn't fucking cheating on Wes, and even your pea sized brain knows that."
"Well it looked looked like you were." He gave me a sinister smile.
"Fuck you Bryce."
"Gladly." Still with that fucking smile.
Mikey finally chimes in. "I told you I'd get you back."
"How is my boyfriend ignoring me and me hating your very existence "getting me back"? Any person that has common sense knows that wouldn't work in a million fucking years, but I guess that makes sense considering you never had common sense to begin with."
"Ouch Jasey, that really hurt." He says with sarcasm. "But hey, now you can date me again. I probably fuck you better than he does." He says smirking.
"Yeah you wish you could."
"I know I can."
"Not with that micropenis of yours." I hear Bryce laughing at my comment and I smile. He fucking deserves it. "Plus why should I get back together with someone who treated me like shit and acted like I didn't exist in public. No fucking way."
"Hey I got a reputation to uphold."
"Reputation my ass. I swear if I didn't hate attention I would spill all of this tea to messymonday. You and little dimwit over there would be over in .02 seconds."
"What the fuck are you talking about? You're an attention seeking whore. Why else would you want me to actually act like we were dating?"
I'm so pissed right now. I'm livid. Fuck 1 and fuck 2 are going to make my brain explode from stupidity. At this point I'm done dealing with them. I slap them both so hard that you can see every single finger on their fat faces. "Tweedle dee and tweedle dum you might want to keep an eye on you follow count. It might drop soon." An empty threat on my part because exposing them is too much work, but you could just see the horror on their faces. And I'm the attention whore.