Honest Diaries

Chapter 15

Dear diary,

it was a school week once again. Typical Monday morning at uni, sitting for hours through lectures not really concentrating on anything. We decided to bail. The lectures went terribly slow so me and Andrew went for a coffee. After a few lines of casual conversation the question of beania came up. 

'How did the party go?'

Oh, man. For a second there I was pondering whether to tell him the truth or not. Then I remembered how his friends were bashing him just the other night and decided that he has the right to know. No one else is going to tell him and I think that he deserves to know.

So I told him. About the concerts there, about the atmosphere. And about Tara. He was pissed. Hell, he was beyond pissed. He started cursing himself for being with her. He kept repeating that he knew from the very beginning what she was like but he was the idiot that gave her the benefit of the doubt. He gave her a second chance, to prove the gossip wrong. Boy, he was so wrong. He was cussing a lot. Calling her a bitch. A whore even. I immediately felt bad for telling him. 'I shouldn't have told you,' I said. But he told me he was glad to know it all. He said that it finally made sense why his friends were so cryptic about the party, when he asked how it went. They didn't want to tell him. And that pissed me off. How could they not tell him? How could they keep it a secret? I thought they were his friends, for god's sake! Unbelievable.

I got a text from Tara that very evening. She asked me (very severely) not to share her personal life with Andrew. She then removed me from her friend list both from Facebook and Instagram. I was shook. I didn't feel guilt. I didn't feel like I did something wrong. I mean, what she was telling us about wasn't a secret, really. It was a conversation topic. I found her behavior childish. But it made me furious at the same time. What gave her the right to organize my life and tell me what I can share and what I can't?! She should've told us to keep it between the four of us! And didn't Andrew have the right to know what she was like and what he was (better said wasn't) missing? Of course he did! And his crap of friends were idiots not to tell him. And how did she found out what I told Andrew about anyway?! 

I sent him a quick message, asking about it. He simply replied that he asked Thomas why he didn't tell him. He must've told Tara. Andrew was sorry that it caused me trouble and made sure that I was okay. He told me I don't need that kind of a person in my life anyway. And he was right. I didn't need Tara in my life. I didn't even need her opinions. I shouldn't feel guilty about this all. It was her decisions and her life anyway. She hadn't made it private. She should bear the consequences. 

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And if you'd like, you can check out my other story titled 'Alaska'!