One Word | H.S.

Chapter Two

Humiliation.

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"Why should I not let you drink vodka again?" my best friend Mia asks with a hint of humor hiding behind her calming voice.

Mia has been my best friend since university. We both attended NYU, Mia studying literature and me studying the best way to drop out, which I ended up successfully doing later on.

She, however, stuck me with when my parents didn't. They viewed me as lesser because I didn't have the same dreams as they did. Mia stuck with me through it all and supported me with everyone decision I made.

Minus the few fucked up ones. She threw anything she could at me: shoes, silverware, plates, remote controls, anything really. She has shit aim though so I came out unharmed every time.

Mia was the type of person everyone envied. She had this hair that was so thin yet so beautiful that constantly seemed to be styled when in reality, all she did was roll out of bed. She had skin that made paint look rough and had a personality that anyone could fall in love with. She was the all-around package but she never let me feel inferior to her.

"I had sex," I answer with shame.

Why the hell are you acting like this is new or it is a bad thing?

Oh, I don't know subconscious, maybe because I yelled at a random dude to keep my pants that I decided to not wear.

"That's my girl, how were they?" Mia proudly questions as strangers seem to stare with disgust.

Who the hell-

"Who the hell do you think you are? Never seen legs before?" I abruptly yell to the innocent onlookers and citizens of the great city of Greenport, New York.

Shocked faces and worried murmurs erupt from the different people as I slowly come back down from my angry high.
"Did you drop acid or something?" Mia quietly asks as her voice snaps me back into reality.

"Oh, shit, no. Sorry, I'm not wearing pants. Left them at Thor's place."

"Thor? Look, if you took something-" Mia presses as I groan loudly to myself.

"I'm not on drugs, just pantless and embarrassed, I didn't even remember the guy's fucking name, Mia. I had to look around and find a hint," I explain as I approach my house.

My house is your typical, cute house. It had a door that didn't lock along with cabinets that had missing shutters. My floor boards were ruined from water given my washing machine decided to spaz and break, flooding the entire house. The couch and tables were thrifted given I didn't have the energy nor money to go shopping for new furniture. The television was ancient and you had to kick the fridge in for closure. Not to mention it only had one bedroom and my seventeen year old brother lived with me.

August was a...character. I loved him to death but he was as nice as a wasp. You run when they get close and try to stand like a statue when they approach. Never know when they are going to sting and when they do, it always hurts like a bitch.

He was still my brother though and I would give my life for him. Still, I fear for my life when I run out of junk food and he notices.

"Presley?"

I snap back to the phone call I was having with Mia and begin to unlock the door.

"Huh? What? Shit, I'm tired, sorry. What'd you say?" I quickly respond noticing that I was more than just humiliated. I was fucking exhausted. Today felt like two years had passed and the clock hadn't even struck noon yet.