Skinny Love (completed)

I plugged in country ...

I plugged in country into my ears and just cried silently. This whole time, I thought everything was fine between the three musketeers, but Miley's confession had me second guessing myself. We weren't musketeers. We were muskets pointed at peers. As wrong as that sounded.

The sad music pouring into my brain only made me more depressed. As I listened to "Whiskey Lullaby" I couldn't help but want to put a gun to my own head.

Just to be done with this life. Get the hell out of here. Feel peace for once.

How in the world am I suppose to act around Hannah and Miley at school on Monday? Act like Miley's and my conversation never happened? I can't do that. I can't look at either of them the same.

Oh God. Help me.

On Monday, I sat in the car with dad until the bell rang, I didn't want to see Miley or Hannah. Once I was in Math, Miley spoke up about my absence.

"You know, you avoiding me will only make this worse."

"No, Miley, you are." I wanted to cry. How could she? I never use her full name, using it now made my friend look offended.

"Fine, I'll avoid both of you, then." I couldn't help but wonder if it was Jackson putting this crap in her head. I wondered if he said something about Hannah, or about me. This wasn't like Miley.

We ignored each other the rest of class as I just folded my arms over my notebook and scribbled notes down effortlessly, trying my best to keep back the tears.

I met up with Hannah in American Lit., and wondered if she suspected anything. We talked and I acted like nothing was happening. But I feared what lunch would bring.

Miley did show up, surprisingly. She sat down and of course, acted all perfect and preppy.

"Are you nervous about your driver's test?" She asked me. I just simply nodded. "I know I was nervous my first time."

"Not your second or third?" I smirked. I truly meant for my comment to be rude.

"No, actually. I wasn't nervous my second and third time taking the test."

"I am." Hannah peeped up.

"Yours is next Tuesday right?" I asked.

"Yeah," mine was today. In Computer Literacy, Miley and I worked in silence. I didn't want to work on the project with her anymore. I was severely tempted to ask the teacher to switch me with someone else.

Are you happy now, Miley? You've split us up! And we were so close to getting through high school as friends.

I wanted to scream at my friend all the nasty words in the English dictionary but restrained myself surprisingly.

We ignored each other during practice and I realized that at the end of it, I just wanted things to go back to normal.

"Hey, you okay?" Tristan asked as I exited the girls' bathroom after practice. I nodded but he wasn't convinced. "Well, if there's anything you need—"

"Miley doesn't like Hannah and I love both of them and don't want our friendship to die but it's slowly doing so and I can't bear it any longer. I haven't told Hannah and I don't want to. Miley is going to break us up and I don't want that. They're best friends! I can't just deal with the fact that Miley doesn't care anymore. All she cares about is being popular. She thinks Hannah is holding her back because she isn't thin. I just don't get it. Why do people have to be thin? It's disgusting and revolting! I just don't understand!"

I wiped at my face and just sobbed into the palms of my hands.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I don't have anyone to talk to about this." I hugged myself and allowed the hiccups to start. "Quite pathetic, huh?" I scoffed. "I'm crying over friends while someone in the world is starving to death and someone else is dying from cancer." Tristan shifted his weight onto one hip and I couldn't bare looking up any further than his stomach.