February 2ND

New b***h in town

I spent the week avoiding Michael which was hard since we are part of the same group and I had to see him run past my house every morning.

talk about torture!!

The week had gone by faster than expected. I tried to act normal around Valentina. I needed to forget about what happened for the sake of our friendship.

I spent the week avoiding Michael which was hard since we are part of the same group and I had to see him run past my house every morning.

talk about torture!!

The week had gone by faster than expected. I tried to act normal around Valentina. I needed to forget about what happened for the sake of our friendship.

I know I slept with her boyfriend and I broke the girl code and if she ever finds out she would never forgive me. But I didn't want to spend my days reminiscing about that night that should've never happened. I didn't want to keep feeling so bad about myself all the time.

Do I regret it? NO

Not for the reason, you're thinking, I think it was an eye-opener. To show us that there could never be a thing between us. It comes with too much damage and hurt.

Would I do it again? Hell No.

That was the worst part of it all I didn't feel as bad as I should about this, and it makes it worse. It was killing me. I didn't want to lose my friendship with Michael either but there's no going back from this no matter how bad I wished for it.

Michael and I go way back. We practically grew up together to think that I can lose his friendship over one bad decision. It terrified me, he has been the only constant person in my life over the past decade. I know I should've thought about this before I ended up in his bed, but oh well.

He'd been trying to get in touch with me the whole week but I kept ignoring him because I wasn't ready to face him but I knew the sooner I get this over with the better which is why I agreed to meet with him after school that day at a dinner nearby.

                                                ~~~~~ The next day~~~~~

Today is Friday

The day for coach Beatrice to ruin our makeup and expensive manicures with her stupid games. 

Physical endangerment as Valentina calls it.

I sighed heavily and put my PE garments in my bag.

I couldn't ditch PE again; I've run out of excuses.

And who put PE first period?

Might as well go to school without taking a shower.

I wish I could go with the PE uniform on, but it's not allowed. Very stupid if you ask me.

I put on an over-sized white hoodie over my uniform with white sneakers, white socks with my white Gucci bag, and my hair in a bun.

I went downstairs to have breakfast with my parents who were in a heated conversation.

"Don't you two seem lovely," I smiled sarcastically and sat on the chair next to dad and started putting some slices of bacon on buttered bread.

"What's with the orange juice?" I asked annoyed. That was the third time in less than two weeks. 

"If you don't want it you know where the fridge is," My mother glared at me. 

"So, what were you guys arguing about?" I turned to dad ignoring her, she's getting more short-tempered by the days.

"The charity ball," dad put my hands in his and stroke them gently.

"I know you already know the theme and have been preparing for it since last week," he teased me.

"Have I? I even forgot about this ball." I tried to keep a straight face, but my teeth betrayed me.

My mother pushed her food aside and left.

It's been like that since I turned 16 my dad would always bring me along to his business diners and fancy events instead of my mom or my older sister. So, there's this weird competition which I constantly feel guilty about. I always end up feeling like I'm in the middle of their petty arguments.

But I didn't want to feel guilty about this, I've been dreaming of going to this ball ever since I found out about it. 

I was tired of feeling guilty.

I ignored the feeling of guilt in the pit of my stomach and ate my breakfast making light conversation with dad asking him about the ball, the company, and the current plans.

After breakfast, my chauffeur drove me to school as usual.

The group was sitting at our spot talking. 

I greeted my friends, kissed my boyfriend, and took a seat. 

"Avery, can we talk for a sec?" Valentina rose from her seat and beckoned me to follow her. 

I followed her a few miles away from the boys.

"Did Michael tell you anything concerning our relationship?" She asked a bit nervous which was totally out of character.

That was the moment I should've come clean and tell her what had happened between us, but I was too much of a coward.

"No, we haven't talked much lately. Why?" I lie gulping because I feel like the truth is suffocating me, but I know better than to tell her this right now.

"He's a hornball but Lately he's been so cold with me." She whispered barely audible as If she was afraid that someone would hear her which was not possible considering we were standing under a tree, at a good distance from ears reach. Or maybe it was an embarrassment to say it aloud.

"Maybe he's dealing with a lot lately."

"He turned me down last night," she bit her lips. 

"I'm sorry to hear that but I'll see what I can do, okay?" I assured her and I meant every word of it. 

"Thank you," she turned on her heels and walked back to our table.

To say I felt guilty about all this would be the understatement of the century. 

To see my best friend worried about something that my horniness and selfishness caused is surely the shittiest feeling and I've had my fair share of shitty feelings.

I watched them from afar then I got the perfect idea of how to solve this. 

I walked to our bank and started kissing Shawn as soon as I got there with eagerness. In the hope that Michael would realize that last time meant nothing to me.

"Want me to stay over tomorrow?" I asked kissing his neck. 

"Sure babe," he cupped my cheeks and planted a kiss on my forehead.

Valentina glared at me probably wondering how this was of any help. If only she knew.

Usually, Michael would make a comment about us eating each other's face, but he just sat there openly staring at me. Like he wanted me to see him watching us. Watching me.

Then the bell rang indicating we had to go to class. 

"Sometimes, I really cannot stand you," Valentina whispered in my ears and stormed off irritated.

During PE the girls were mostly talking about this new girl. 

Some said she was expelled from her previous school. 

Others said she's another rich brat.

"Do you think she's a bigger b***h than Valentina?" One girl asked another that was standing next to her.

"Impossible, Valentina is on a whole level of her own," the girl next to her answered eyeing me from head to toe.

I moved away from them and waited for my turn to throw the ball.

The first half of the day had gone by fast.