The Side Character ☑

Chapter 1 - When did you get out of jail?

Chapter 1 - When Did You Get Out Of Jail?

Their laughter is deafening.

It always comes to haunt me. When I'm alone in my room, when I'm in the middle of the cafeteria laughing with my friends, when I'm just being myself.

It's like a poisonous vine, slowly wrapping itself around my soul - tempting me to go back to those days. To curl up in one corner and cry, thrash, yell. To pour my heart out to nobody in particular as the sharp blades frame the exterior of my wrist.

But no. I can't go back to that dark place. I'm stronger. I had escaped it on my own. And I have to go on. Even if it means throwing my head back in laughter and joining them as they make jokes about my pimples. As boys posted memes about my fat ass on Facebook and girls tweeted my most embarrassing photos thinking 'Oh, that's the funny Lisa! She wouldn't mind a bit!'

I can't show my true self. Never again. I have many friends; yes, but very little that don't laugh about my pimples behind my back - and sometimes in front of me. Idiots. At least have the courtesy to do it behind my back.

Whenever someone throws insults at me, I would just have to throw my head back and laugh with them - at me. Because that's the easy way out. That meant I'm friends with everyone. That meant no one sees me as a threat.

And there isn't any person in the world that would see through it. Because not even my best friends could see the insecure girl behind the laughing chubby girl. See the late night tears while I cry reading Romance books. See the girl who always hopes for a boy who would love and cherish her like it happened in those Wattpad books I love to read.
But those girls are mostly good girls who had brilliant results, who are insecure even though they were super thin and pretty.

I'm nothing like them.

I'm not the good girl.

I mean, bad boys always like sweet nerdy good girls right?

But I'm someone who's crazy. Who loves setting up her best friends up with random people. And someone who isn't the good girl but rather the boy crazy best friend of the good girl.

So a story with the bad boy...?

Not a chance.

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"I made a promise to myself this morning," I say in a grave voice.

"You're not converting to some cult, are you?" Sam asks as she leans back on the stairs we were sitting on and looks at me with a devil-may-care face. Her jet black hair that reaches just past her ears, is tousled from running her hands through it 24/7.

"A promise that is made by blood and sealed by my saliva," I continue, as I clench my fist in front of my chest, as a sign of an unbroken promise.

"That's gross," Alexis mutters not bothering to look up from her phone on which she furiously typed away at the speed of Flash.

"Oh no, Lisa!" Chloe snaps her head up from her fuck-I-need-a-microscope-its-so-small equations and cranes her neck to look at me, "What is it?"

"It's..."

Everything goes deathly silent, even the bustle of students around us seem to stop.

"It's..."

Chloe clasps my hand with hers and gives me a tight squeeze, as if to say that she'll be there for me even if I do decide to join a cult.

"The promise is..."

"I just asked if you'd eat your burger!" Sam snaps at me and throws away her cigarette angrily.