The Good Girl(s)'s Bad Boys 3: The "Slut", The Shame, The Pain

Chapter 2: Belief in Love

Oh my gosh.

OMG.

Oh, sugar honey iced tea.

Naomi. She saw me. This isn't good. This really isn't good. I have to evacuate from this situation right now.

"Gabi?" Naomi asks, shocked. It looks like she's seen a ghost. 

I mean I was supposed to be a figment of her imagination so this is expected.

"Uh, um, uh-" I stuttered, trying to figure out the right words to say in this situation. By what do you say to your ex-girlfriend who murdered your life-long best friend in order to keep her best friend alive?

Yeah, I guess a normal "Hello" wouldn't be very appropriate in this situation.

So, I did the only thing I could do in this situation.

Run like hell broke over.

I maneuvered around the girl and ran as far as much as one could through a crowd filled with thousands of incoming freshmen and transfers.

"Gabi!" Someone yelled through the crowd. I stopped for a second and turned, only to find myself with an intense staring contest with Naomi. I blinked back the tears wanting to escape, seeing her confused and hurt face. 

Naomi killed Alex. Because of her, she's dead.

I repeat that thought over and over again in my head. I imagined Alex's goofy grin and one droplet of tear escapes my eye. Then another and another.

I stare at Naomi with a hateful glare as I sob quietly to myself. The students around me give me a brief look, but continue chatting and walking around. Naomi, however, stopped trying to push through the crowd and stared as I cried.

Then she started to cry as well. The difference between her crying and mine is that hers doesn't have hate in it.

In her tears, there's a realization - a joy. Maybe she found out she wasn't crazy at all. That I wasn't something she imagined.

Naomi is crying because I am real. And because I am a real person, so was every event she kept hidden inside her head that included me.

Before either of us could do anything else, a loud bell rang. Everyone quickly quieted themselves and ushered inside the college's stadium. Two guys, who looked like student ambassadors of the school, gave each of us a different colored slip as we walked in.

I quickly sniffed back the rest of my tears and stared at the color I got. 

Red.

Have the gods forsaken me?

I find a seat close to the back door so that I can easily escape Naomi and the guys. The only bad news is that the girl with the blue highlights found me and sat next to me. I briefly looked to see what color she got and sighed in despair when I saw the red color as well.

"You left me," she pouted. I ignored her and waited for the ceremony to start.

She poked me. "Stop ignoring me."

I continued to stare ahead. She sighed and moved closer to me while putting her arm around me. I flinched, which made her remove her arm. I'm not to that much physical contact anymore. It would only slowly create an emotional attachment and I didn't want to do that to myself.

Not anymore.

Blue highlights stared at me, but I gave all my focus to the people going on the stage. It was a middle-aged woman and man, both holding each other's hands as the stand in front of the microphone. The man had a chocolate skin color with a clean-cut hairstyle, while the woman had pale skin with her beach-blonde her in a ponytail.