They Call Her Love | ✔️

33: They Call Her A Good Person

It's the first day back to school and I'm officially a social pariah. I expected it, but not to this degree. I mean, the media is nicer to me at this point.

I'm not the least bit surprised at how quickly my fellow peers have turned on me and have suddenly gone back to worshipping Chris and Whitney as if they were Beyonce and Jay-Z.

It's almost as if they planned it out.

It's almost as if they posted the video on purpose.

It's almost as if this is a bit too coincidental.

They did a fantastic job I had to commend them for. I'm not that creative in trying to destroy someone's reputation, then again, I have a heart and can't even imagine doing that to anyone to begin with. But, given the outcome, I'd say their plan was a success. The kids at school hated me and it's as if Life After Lottery never happened.

I can't let this be the end. I refuse to let this breeze by without saying a piece of my mind.

So, without any hesitancy, without any doubt, and with a completely clear conscious, I approach the both of them at Whitney's locker right as the lunch bell rang. I was able to catch them while they were alone, staring into each other's eyes longingly. Watching them, it seems like my existence doesn't matter nor does the relationship I had with Chris.

Loathsome, I know. They parade their affection in front of everyone without shame.

But that's all about to change.

The best part is that Clyde and Donny are hot behind my trail, ready for the the chaos to start.

Ready.

Set.

Action.

"Hey guys," I wave cheerily. "How are you?"

Whitney stares at me in confusion, Chris' eyes are showing disturbance.

"What do you want?" Whitney asks snarkily, pushing her shoulder off of her locker.

"I can't just ask my good friends how they're doing?" I almost don't finish the question without the feeling of nausea.

Chris is hesitant. "We're still friends?"

"We're not?" I play dumb.

"Seriously, what do you want? Didn't get enough satisfaction after you ripped us apart at Barcelona?" Whitney steps closer to me while Chris goes into a defensive stance behind her.

"You know that video was edited to make me sound like a bully. If you were a true friend, you'd know that and try to reach out," I respond, also stepping forward.

"You think I'd risk my reputation to speak to a criminal?" She flips her hair and snaps her fingers.

My nostrils flare. "I made up for that. I admitted my mistake and took the responsibility for my action. Can you say the same?"

"And what the hell would I admit too? Being a friend to you before you totally sabotaged us?" She smirks at me.

"But I didn't sabotage you. You did it to yourself," I stand firm. "I know everything so there's no point in pretending."

Chris crosses  his arms threateningly, but it's not working. "What do you know?"

I smile. "That you posted the video."

Whitney puts a hand on her hip. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb," I tell her. Then I snicker.  "Oh, that's right. You don't don't play dumb, you just are."