Rejection Hurts On Both Sides
I've always thought of myself as the bubbly type. The prankster sidekick of the perfect heroine. The girl who tries too hard to be liked.
But when you find yourself in the middle of a love triangle (or hexagon), majority of the school hates you, you realize your friends aren't true blue, and the only one who actually listens to you is a voice in your head, you can't be the sidekick anymore, right?
(Note:** first chapter is VERY CRINGEY)
"C'mon, just tell us," I urge him on, with our other friends nodding in agreement. "We're friends, remember?"
His expression is unreadable. "Right. Just friends."
I swallow a lump in my throat and try to act oblivious to what he really meant.
I'm not ready.
Not ready at all.