Girl

Boys Fight, So Do Girls

I have been friends with Mariah and Violet for years, ever since I was in elementary. Well, I knew them since then and we hung out by the same playground for awhile. We were all bullied, but for different reasons. Violent was bullied for her dark hair that was cut weird, but that was because she wanted it to be ugly, not pretty. Mariah was teased for wanting to be noticed, heard, she knew everyone and never shut up. They always shut her up. And me, I was targeted for wanting to read instead of play house with a bunch of barbies that would soon get dirty by boys. It was until I took Cheryl Moore's damn fucking Barbie and threw it in some mud that we all knew had some weird shit in it. Yeah, I did that and everyone cheered me on. Hell, I was so fucking happy when I saw her cried, but I felt terrible because that's what she would've done to anyone. So, I gave her a soccer ball and told her that the world was gonna be tough, so she had to be tough. I know, this all came from a little girl, what the fuck? But I had been going through some shit at that time. During that year, I found out Santa Claus was an asshole that cheated on Mrs. Claus whenever she was out. I came home to him and his assistant fucking on our family's sofa. I was upset for Mrs. Claus, but I was also upset when I learned he wasn't real because it turned out to be my dad. Yeah, I remember that slap for calling him an asshole, I remember. I would always remember my father and the first time he'd let me down. 

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It had been three weeks since the fight, I was thankful that Anthony was still injured and he looked caution around Oliver, or maybe that was a part of Rose's plan. 

"Was there a fight that we missed? He looks so terrible." Mariah said and scoffed when Kurt playfully slapped Anthony's face. We all stared at Anthony, who gave us a glare. 

"Hey, Mariah." Someone said. It was Brandon. Poor guy was shaking and his fingers were twitching. He looked nervous. 

"Uh, hi Brandon," Mariah replied and still seemed uninterested. She paid more attention to her nails and even looked at her hair for split ends. 

"Damn, Mariah! Can you just look at me?" He asked loudly, and everyone in our table turned our attention to him. He sighed and closed his eyes, I think even Rose's posse was looking.

"Look, I think everyone knows that I like you, even you know. So, here I am, telling you that I like you and I have liked you for a very long time. Mariah, do you want to go and get something to eat sometime?" He asked, and just like that, everyone stared at Mariah, waiting for her answer. It was like that weird tension when someone asks if you want to marry them, just like that. But, I knew Mariah and I knew her well. She was either gonna say no, or 'try again and maybe I'll think about it, or do something bigger, something romantic'. She would list several things for him to do, all that would not include yes. Not that quick. She barely even looked at him, to be with her it was like a job application, you never know if you're gonna get it or not. She wasn't that easy to get, she wasn't satisfied with a simple answer like 'yes'.

"Um, okay," Mariah said, and blew my mind. I looked at her confused, sad, shocked, happy, no. Not happy. Brandon was nervous around her, but he was like Anthony and Kurt. He was a jerk in some ways. His sister was nicer. How could she say 'okay'? Was she okay?

"Really?" He asked. She nodded her head numerous times and smiled.

"Okay." She said again.

"Okay!" Brandon cheered and smiled like such a dork. Everyone in our table smiled and I still looked at Mariah. She stood up and went around the table to face Brandon.

"Tomorrow night. Dinner at Starlight. Pick me up seven." She instructed and kissed his cheek. She even blushed when she touched him. He grinned and nodded his head, then left the table satisfied. But he walked to his assigned table, where Rose was sitting.