Zack is the big man on campus. The first string quarterback and captain of the world famous UCLA Bruins Football team. He loves his life: football, parties, popularity, booze, blondes, boobs and repeat. His pretty boy looks, amazing body and charis...
When I look back at him his mouth is hanging open, like he wasn't expecting my outburst.
I start laughing, like a psychopath, unable to process what just happened. And after a good 15 seconds I stop and attempt to blink away the tears that have fully formed and are threatening to fall.
"Honestly I'm so glad I didn't go through with it seeing as you seem to be carrying more dick in your personality than in your pants." I scoff disgusted
I turn on my heels and try to walk out of the apartment but Johnathan finally snaps out of his dumbfounded state and grabs my arm. But before I even register what I'm doing I knee him right in his microscopic balls.
His face distorts into one of pain and extreme discomfort as he grabs his groin and falls to the floor.
I take this opportunity to walk out of the apartment but not before I turn back to Bridget and say "Oh and I know YOU of all people aren't calling me fugly and annoying... pinche burra (fucking donkey)"
I leave the apartment behind and walk into the elevator. The unshed tears burn my eyes. I feel numb.
Why me?
Why can I never be happy?
Is it something I did?
Am I not pretty enough?
What is it about me that repulses everyone around me?
Why didn't I just have sex with him?
I'm never enough.
The ding of the elevator snaps me out of my overflowing thoughts and I slowly make my way back to my apartment.
Once back at the apartment, Aaliyah looks up at me through her Michael B. Jordan daze and turns to me confusion written all over her face.
"Why are you back home so soon shortcake?" Aaliyah questions.
The sound of her familiar and comforting voice finally causes me to breakdown, letting everything out. Sobbing I fall to the floor, my façade crumbling. She does some weird ninja move and leaps over the couch and wraps her arms around my frame to cradle me on the floor.
At this point I'm fully hyperventilating and I know I look horrible. Snot's running down my chin and black is streaming down my face from the residue of my mascara but I don't give a shit anymore.
Once I manage to stabilize myself I sit there looking at the opposite wall numb.
Aaliyah decides to break the silence. "What did he do now fruit loop?" I break into another sob "H-h-he c-c-heat-ed on- m-m-eeee"
I'm an ugly fucking cryer and I'm unable to stabilize my voice long enough to tell her the full story. I finally take a deep breath and tell her everything as best as I can, including my meltdown and my squashing of his XXS dick and balls.
Her expression quickly goes from pained, to shocked, to furious. "Damn girl...next time I see him imma make sure to kick his ass and then, imma make sure Chris beats his ass again. Then, when I see that fake ass Barbie bitch imma yank those plastic extensions off her thick skull. Ugh i'm so mad right now... why can't all men be like Michael B. Jordan?" I laugh, she always knows how to make me feel better.
"But babe, I'm so proud of you right now. Little Miss 'im too afraid to speak my mind' finally stood up for herself. Wow, I feel like a proud mama bear. I knew that feisty Colombian goddess was in there somewhere waiting to come out." we both burst out laughing
"To be honest I could no longer muster up a single fuck to give" It felt completely liberating to just not care anymore. To not care about his stupid comments, his useless opinions just to not care period.
"You know what this means cheese puff...major heartbreak glow up! It's finally time for you to release your inner bad bitch"
