Save Me

Chapter Seven: Haters Gonna Hate

Fear. Humiliation. Embarrassment. All of these things were filling up in Isabelle's heart. Marie ran a hand through her hair. "Guys..." She said to Zack and Jennifer. "Marie, you said you were done with this! How dare you do this to Emmalyne?! We really thought you were done with this trick. Shack at the ocean? That's the oldest one!" Jennifer said. "What?" Isabelle asked, causing the three teens to look at her. "Woah, Marie. You're already trying to corrupt the new girl", Jennifer hissed. Isabelle swallowed the lump in her throat.

"Isabelle", Marie said slowly. "I-I have to go home", Isabelle said, blinking back the tears in her eyes. "Isabelle, stop, please", Marie begged as the girl got out and put on her dress. "Bye, guys. It was nice meeting you", Isabelle said, grabbing her flip flops and running in the sand, towards the fire. "Isabelle, I'm like really, really sorry. I-I thought you were hitting on Marie", Emmalyne stammered. "Trust me. I would NEVER", Isabelle hissed. "Okay. Hey... Wait! Wait for a second!. Did you just call my girl Marie ugly?! Bit-"

"Throw another drink on me, and I'll break tour fucking throat", Isabelle growled Emmalyne ran behind Trevor. "Bye, guys. Nice meeting you", Isabelle said. She began walking on the road. Her house wasn't too far. "ISABELLE!" Marie yelled far behind her. Isabelle walked until her feet were on her bedroom floor. She sank down the wall. Flashbacks of him raided her mind. Summer. Holding hands. Kissing. Her first time. Catching him cheating. 'You were just something to corrupt, a challenge', Rang through her mind. Marie couldn't have known, but it still hurt. Marie made her mind hurt, too. What had those kisses meant? Was she a lesbian? No. She liked guys too much. Bi? Well, she didn't really like girls THAT much. Bi-curious?, Maybe. But, who the hell knows? Isabelle knew she would have to talk to Marie officially. All of a sudsen, her phone went off. It was from a random number. Isabelle sighed. She knew who it was. Marie.

'Is, I'm sorry. You're not just someone to corrupt. I'll explain at lunch tomorrow'. - M

'Who said I'm going to lunch with you tomorrow?' - I

'Me. ;)' - M

'And Emmalyne?' - I

'We broke up. It was nothing serious.' - M

'But, your friends don't approve'. - I

'Is, haters gonna hate'. - M

'I guess lunch wouldn't be sooo bad'. - I

'Night, Isabelle'. - M

'Goodnight, Marie'. - I

Isabelle smiled slightly. It quickly faded. She had a date...with a GIRL. What the hell do you wear on a date with another girl? Isabelle groaned. She had to tell someone about this. NOT her parents. Maybe her best friend...Isabelle fell on her bed. Morning couldn't come quick enough.