Page 12 of Seduced By My Bully

I can’t help but laugh at him. At one point, we were the best of friends, and just for a moment, it feels like that again. I know tomorrow we’ll go back to hating each other, but for now, I’ll treasure this short reprieve.

For the next couple of songs, we dance like no one is watching and sing along to the songs that are played. Cam keeps bumping into people and saying sorry, and I can’t help how good it feels to just be normal for once. This is my first party, and I only came because my friend wanted to go and needed someone to go with her. I don’t care what these people think of me, because in another month, I’ll be going to the University of Georgia, and all of these assholes will be a distant memory.

Everything is going awesome until Cam stops dancing and throws up everywhere, but mostly on me. He runs off, saying he’s sorry and leaves me in the middle of the living room with people from my high school staring at me in shock.

“You know he planned this, right?” Justin says, walking over with his arm around Mindy’s shoulders.

“What are you talking about?”

“No one wants you here. Not even your friend wants you here, look,” Mindy says, pointing at my friend who’s standing in the corner of the room looking at me with wide eyes. “The only reason you’re here is that we told her to ask you to come.”

“Shut the hell up, Mindy,” I say, making my way to the bathroom to clean myself up.

“No one has ever wanted you here, especially Cam. Did he finally prove it? You came back to school day after day and ruined everything, tainting everyone around you. Leave! So that we can enjoy the rest of our senior year without you making it worse!” Mindy screams.

I look around at the crowd of people who have gathered. Everyone’s eyes are one me. Is this how they really feel? I don’t know if Cam planned to get me here tonight, and I wouldn’t think my friend would agree to this. The fact that no one is telling Mindy to shut up and everyone is letting her tear at me is the last straw. I’ve put up with so much shit over the last four years, and I’m done. “I’m fucking done. You want me gone, fine.” I say as the first tear falls. I run out of there as fast as I can, not wanting them to see me cry. They don’t get that part of me. I’m halfway out the door when I hear Cam call my name, but I keep running.

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