"The best way to not get your heart broken, is pretending you don't have one."
― Charlie Sheen
She changed into her short skirt,
and her tight crop top,
she put her makeup on,
she wore her heels.
She look at herself in the mirror,
she didn't recognise this girl,
she dint want to be this girl,
but she knew she would never be,
more than this girl.
Her date soon texted that he was out,
she shook these thoughts away again,
and walked out.
She knew they were never interested in her,
yet she made herself believe that maybe,
maybe this time would be different.
But those thoughts went away,
as he placed his hand on her thigh,
slowly moving up.
She wanted him to stop,
she wanted to yell,
she wanted to cry,
but she couldn't.
This is why he had called her,
this is what she was expected to do.
Right?
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MEAN GIRLS |✔
Historia CortaThey called her the mean girl. She was who the girls envied, who the guys lusted for. TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains self-harm, suicide, slut-shaming.
