Queen Bee.

5

"Yeah, that dress you bought was amazing Annabelle!"

"Are you going to wear it for prom?"

"Why would she wear it for prom? That's like two months away, she'll get a new one for it!"

"Maddie is right, you're going to wear it on the next party, right?"

"Oh, apparently a football jock is throwing a party because we won a match. Will you come Annabelle?"

I stopped walking and turned to the girls.

I smirked. "When and where?"

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"Blake I-"

"Shh, less talking."

His hands were everywhere. My pretty dress was somewhere in the room.

He was drunk, I wasn't.

He was having fun, I wasn't.

All I had in my mind was that letter. That stupid, stupid letter.

When Blake was done, he laid next to me.

"Blake, don't leave me?" I got closer to him and his heavy breathing immediately stopped.

He moved my hand that was on his chest and sat up.

"Annabelle, let's get this straight. This is just a physical relationship. I don't have time for feelings and all that crap. So if you can't stand that just don't come back."

(A/N: if that was in any book, we would've said "yes the bitch deserves it." How about now though?)

My heart stuttered when he left and I let out a nervous laugh.

I combed my hair with my fingers.

My smile was shaky.

He'll come back.

He cares for me, I know he does.