To Those Who Don't Belong

19

"But you harassed me!" I screamed back. Tears were forming around my eyes as memories rushed through my head.

"Whatever. Tell who you want, but  will they believe? A studious doctor, or an unemployed low-life?" That's it. I let it all out. I sobbed into George's shoulders.

"Look, all we want is an apology," George put his arm around me. The doctor only scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry," sarcasm was in his voice, "but, if you," he pointed at me, "we're better looking, I would have done what I did to you a long time ago," he walked off to his car and drove away.

I only stood there crying.

"Don't listen to him. Come on, let's go home." We walked home and had a bit of a meeting with John and Paul.

"So, you think it's a good idea for me to move out?" Paul talked with his hands like a princess.

"It'll work for all of us. You can live with John, and I can live with Ringo," George put his arm around me.

"I guess that sounds pretty good. When should we move out?"

It was my turn to talk, "I think we should all start packing now and just do it."