Give You The World

2: Dirty Secrets Exposed?

Lilly and Carrie were constantly arguing about Carrie's dress style, but it was overrun by Principal Malik trying to give the seniors a run down of what to expect at graduation. We've been over it like, three-hundred times, but he doesn't seem to care or has short-term memory loss.

Lilly was dressed in a white, elegant maxi-dress with a slit up the side of her right leg, showing off how tall she is. Her pink pumps also match the diamond design on her dress. Her hair is put up in a sleek bun that her Mom offered to do for her at the boutique she owns. Her Mom offered to do mine as well, but I didn't want to be a bother to them.

Carrie had on a cotton, grey-cropped jumpsuit with black heels and a few necklaces to give it color. It had spaghetti straps and showed her cleavage perfectly. I should know, cause I picked out the outfit myself. Carrie is definstly the tomboy of the group as well, with Lilly being the girlie one. We were all different, and that's why I loved us being us.

We weren't popular, but we were well-known enough to be, according to everyone at school. People moved out of our way when we walked down the halls or moved from seats if we wanted them in class. We never abused our power like most barbies at our school do, those girls are a different story.

"I'm telling you Carrie, I love you, but this isn't a graduation outfit. This is a 'help me, this is all I had' outfit" Lilly said, trying to sound convincing.

"I really don't care, hun. All I care is that I look the way I do, Jesus," Carrie says back, shaking her head.

I shake my head at both of them and look at the doors that Mr. Malik was standing in front of, then regretted it as soon as I did. Buzz cut and smirking at me in all his glory, was Andrew. I internally scream and look away, finding a spot on the ground very interesting.

Malik instructs us to put on our green and gold gowns, or if you're a valedictorian, white and gold gowns, so we can get ready to walk outside of the gym. Carrie and Lolly helped each other with their gowns, then helped me with getting my valedictorian one on, when they both looked behind me and frowned.

"What do you want, asshole?" Carrie asks, daring him to answer with some smart alec answer.

"I just wanna talk to my girl," he states, putting an arm around my waist. I shiver and pull away, standing by my two friends with my head down at the ground still.

"I don't wanna talk. Leave me alone," I say with a trembling voice. I can practically feel him smirking at me.

"Don't be like that baby, I just wanna talk to you. Maybe we can work something out? You have to trust me-"

"I said no!" I scream at him, then walk over to the bathroom, shutting myself in a stall, taking deep breaths and closing my eyes. "Not another one, goddammit....." I whisper to myself. Another panic attack. This is the fourth one this week.

I lean my head against the stall door and sigh. My life shouldn't have been like this, the way it's turned out. An abusive ex boyfriend, my parents dying, my sister doing things she shouldn't have to at 28. My parents wouldn't have wanted this.

At least I leave on August 30th for UCLA in Los Angeles to write; write for real. I have a blog that I write on under a false name, and people seem to love it. I have about 600 followers and I gain more with every update. I use fake names in my real life stories, but people don't care.

I lift my head up as soon as I hear a knock on the stall door.

"Miss? Are you ok?" I hear a low voice say. It's definitely not one I've ever heard. It sounded kinda sexy, almost mysterious. Nothing like Andrew.

"Yeah, I'm ok. I guess," I say, whiping my nose and sniffling, trying to make it sound like I'm not gonna cry. This is gonna be hard to explain.