Chapter 8- Realization

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On Monday, I was back at school again. Only a few knew what happened... I think or else everyone knew and didn't care at all. Either way, I was just happy no one mentioned it. I saw Owen in class. He looked tired with bags under his eyes. I wouldn't be able to get sleep as well if I lied about something so serious. I ignored him but at the end of class, Owen approached me.
"My mother said I can't talk to you anymore. Friendship over." Owen told me. I wanted to laugh. Is he for real? He can't even choose his own friends. And like I would ever want to be friends with someone who backstabbed me and threw me under the bus. I realized that Owen was self centred. I never thought he was until now. He only cared about himself. That's why the blame was all on me. I snorted.
"God Owen, you're crazy. I wouldn't ever want to be your friend after what you did to me. Bye." I said. I turned around and left the class. Was that hard to say? Of course it was. It's always hard when a friendship ends. It's even harder if it ends badly. Like they always say: there's always an "end" in "Friend."

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