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twenty

"So you're for sure coming tonight?" Ester raised her eyebrows at me. It was the tenth time she had asked me since she informed me of her first volleyball game, but I thought she was just excited. I nodded. "Okay. Do you want to come over after? David's going to your house, so we'll have the basement for ourselves."

"I would, but we're going to meet my grandparents in Louisville for the weekend for her birthday, remember?" I told her. "I'm going to have to be up so early. I don't think sleeping over is a good idea."

"Oh, yeah," she nodded. "Sucks for David. He's gonna have to leave so early."

"Knowing Ben, they probably won't ever go to sleep," I laughed. "As long as they don't keep me up, I don't care what they do. Is there, like, a theme for the game? Is it like football?"

"Usually people don't go, but since David and all his friends are coming, I think it might be popular this year. There's no theme that I know of. You look cute; just wear that."

I looked down at my mom jeans and fitted striped t-shirt and shrugged. If she thought it was fine, I was sure it was. She knew more about fashion than me.

"Oh, did I show you Brandon's texts?" she asked, and I shook my head. She pulled out her phone and showed me the conversation. I had already seen her text; she basically informed him that she was no longer interested and that she hung out with someone over spring break... in the nicest way possible. I didn't even think I could word it better than she did, and I was a pro at making things sound good.

Brandon then proceeded to call her a whore, a bitch for wasting his time, and ended his spiel with the grossest sentence you could ever send someone: "get raped."

"Holy jazz," I raised my eyebrows in shock, reading the message over and over again to insure that I hadn't read it wrong the first time. It was right. He really said that. "He's a psycho. Did you block him?"

"On everything. Who fucking says that?"

"Some people are so miserable with themselves that they have to make everyone else miserable too. Don't worry about it," I told her, patting her on the shoulder. "But if he even comes close to you or halfway threatens you, you need to tell someone. Ben could beat him up."

"You're too sweet. I think you're my soulmate."

"Ditto."

We finished our lunches and eventually separated to get to class. I rode home with Ben and Dad right after school, since the football team didn't have practice. Once home, I decided to change into some skinny jeans, but left my top the way it was. While I personally liked the look of lightwash, loose fitting mom jeans, other people didn't. I had heard the comments about how I was trying to be "trendy" and a "soft girl", no matter how quietly people thought they whispered. Their teasing didn't really matter to me anymore, but I would already have no friends at the game since my only friend was playing, so I at least wanted to blend in.

Ben offered to drive me to the game, and I really couldn't turn him down, even if that meant I might be stuck in the car with him and David on the way home. I knew from David's snapchat story that he spent the afternoon with Todd and Corinna, so I wasn't sure if he would drive himself to the game or not.

"Who are you sitting with at the game? Ernst?" Ben cracked a smile at his mean joke.

"I don't think Alex is coming considering everyone going is mean to him," I frowned in response, hoping to make him feel bad for his words. But it was Ben, and Ben really didn't feel bad about anything.

"Who are you sitting with?" he repeated, a little more seriously.

"I don't know. I don't know who's going."

I kind of thought he was going to offer a seat with him since he knew good and well by that answer that I was going to be alone. He didn't.

"Don't come near me. I'm serious. All my friends will act like they don't know you."

"No, they wouldn't," I called his bluff. Corinna did like me, Todd wanted to do some... questionable things with me, and David couldn't show that he liked me, but I don't think he would ever intentionally humiliate me in front of half the school.

Ben never responded because he knew I was right. When we reached the school, he stayed true to his word and immediately opened the door, where he left me sitting alone in the car. After a slow breath to ease my annoyance, I trudged along after him, knowing he'd have to wait for me before he went in since Mom gave him a ten for both of our tickets.

He really ditched me after I got the ticket, so I entered the gym alone and took a seat on the third bleacher from the bottom, playing Subway Surfers so I couldn't feel the stares of everyone thinking I was a loser for sitting alone.

"Ben, do not let her sit alone down there," I could easily distinguish David's voice from the hum of the crowd. "That's fucked, dude."

"She's so fucking weird."

"Seriously, look at her. She looks like a loser. I haven't played Subway Surfers since, like, sixth grade. She's clearly struggling."

Ouch. I pretended it didn't bother me that David was talking about me like that. I had to remind myself that he didn't mean it and he was just being a little harsh to ease suspicion.

"No."

"I'm going to sit with her, then," that would be the part when David raised his eyebrows in a challenging manner. I couldn't necessarily see him, but I could hear it in his tone, and I could feel it from the way Ben got quiet.

"Honey!" Ben finally called, and I whipped my head around, turning to look at him, David, Corinna, Todd, Zane and Matt King all sitting in a little group about six rows up from me. "Come sit up here."

"Are you sure?" I replied sarcastically, unable to hide the bite in my voice. "Wouldn't want to embarrass you or anything."

Ben rolled his eyes, turned to David, and said, "See? She's not even worth it."

"Honey," David gave me a look that meant a lot more to me than it did to anyone else. "Come sit with us, seriously."

I stared at him for a second and weighed my options. He had just made fun of me with my own brother, but I also didn't want to sit alone. With a sigh, I stood up to join them, somehow securing a seat right between David and Corinna.

David leaned down while everyone was talking and said, "What happened to your pants?"

"What do you mean?" I glanced down, looking for some type of stain, but couldn't find it.

"No, the pants you were wearing at school today. I like them. They make you look like a painter or something."

"Oh," I tried to hide my smile. "No one else does."

He got quiet for a second, then said, "For the record, you most definitely are worth it."

And for the first time that night, a real, genuine smile spread across my face.

The thing brandon said is an ACTUAL thing said to my friend when she told a guy she hung out with TWICE that she wasnt interested......... be safe out there ladies

Also sorry if u got the notification earlier, i was writing and i accidentally clicked publish when i only had like 500 words written so i had to delete

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