Spec (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3- Bitch with a capital B

Nelly! 😂

Nelly became a grade A bitch, with a capital B.

At first she tried getting me to hang out with the 'cool kids' after school at the park with her. A place where she started going more frequently after the Spit incident.

She constantly told me that Jamie and his friends were really cool and that they'd drop the Spit nickname if I went and hung out with them.

I didn't want to though.

Deep down I knew that they wouldn't stop the name calling. So I didn't go to the park with them after school, for the constant fear that I would be socially humiliated. Again.

As Nelly became more popular I would see less and less of her. It was understandable though, seeing as she was becoming one of them.

What do I mean by 'she was becoming one of them?'

Well, every time we would get together, which was rarely, all she could ever talk about was how she thought that she should try out for the cheer team when we started our freshman year soon. Or, did I think that her newly painted nails matched her skin completion.

Slowly, but surely, we were drifting apart. And I knew it. I just didn't have the will to stop it.

I still had Paul of course. He'd never left my side, it was annoying at times but always nice to have someone to talk to whenever I was pushed away by Nelly.

My Mom thought that it wasn't good that I was spending all my time with a boy and that I needed girl bonding time, so she'd always invite Nelly and her Mom over.

It was a few days before the start of our new school year as freshman at East Dale High School and my Mom had invited Nelly around for me again.

We were bored as usual. We had nothing to talk about, out hobbies and likes were so different, we were both living in different ends of the social scale and were too different to even spark up a general conversation!

We were both sitting on my bed. My television was on and Nelly was intensely watching 'Americas next top model', practically devouring it with her eyes like it was the only food she would be getting for months.

Spec hadn't been around as much lately and I was starting to miss him... Well I assumed it was a him.

I'd recently learnt Spec could actually talk to me, and me to him. But only really in my times of need or complete loneliness.

I'd felt bottled up inside with information. The only person I'd ever talked to about Spec was Nelly. And she was the only one I trusted enough to confide in confidently, knowing that she definitely wouldn't say anything about it to anyone else because she was Nelly, my best friend!

Wrong. I was completely and utterly wrong.

My Mom dropped me off at school on the Monday morning of the new school year.

My first year at high school.

I'd arrived a little later than Paul who I quickly met up with to get and get our schedules.

We walked in, our arms looped through each other's, when people stopped and started pointing, laughing, sniggering, gossiping. At me.

Paul squeezed my arm, in I'm guessing a reassurance and carried on walking with me through the endless halls of East Dale.

I spent the whole morning wondering why people were laughing at me. I was pretty sure it wasn't my clothes. I had spent all night picking them out. I was wearing cropped black leggings, a black mini top underneath a red, black and white flannel shirt and my beat up chuck Taylor's.

I thought that I looked decent, but I was never one to follow the fashion of my school. Especially if all of the other girls seem to be going for the 'whore' look.

I realised I hadn't shaved my legs and laughed to myself, thinking that this was the reason that they were laughing at me.

Nobody likes a hairy legged weirdo.

I was wrong. Again.

Turns out that word had spread about me talking to my special friend and that I missed him when he didn't come and talk to me.

This was when I realised that the Nelly I knew was gone.

And she had been replaced by an evil bitch.

That was when I realised that we were also no longer friends.

More like frenemies, or an ex-friend.

But I knew I wasn't weird, or dreaming, or delusional or any of the other names that the kids managed to come up with over the years.

I only knew that I was different.

So, short chappie but back to the present day on the next one!
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