Flash Fiction: After A Long Time

Hi everyone! I have a new flash fiction! Yay!

After five centuries of not posting a flash fiction and wallowing in my own sadness I have decided to make myself write a flash fiction! (Happy way of saying that I’ve been too depressed to do anything I enjoyed doing other than maybe hanging out with friends).

Without further ado!

Flash Fiction #9: Two coffees and a straw

 

I had a blind date. Ugh. I was only twenty six. I didn’t need to have blind dates. However, I was pretty bad at picking men. Maybe my friends were right about me needing a blind date. But what if he’s skeevy? What if he’s a serial killer? I don’t want to date a serial killer? Do you know much energy I’d have to put to not be killed by my lover? Yeah. No.

I checked my face in the mirror, making sure to rid myself of all eye and nose boogers. I didn’t want to be completely gross. I stepped out of my car, straightened my black pencil skirt, and headed into the coffee shop.

Do serial killers drink coffee?

I stopped at the front entrance and took a look around the cafe. My best friend said he would make it before me. There were a few rows of tables, with people seated. A lot of fake plants and the cash registers were placed in the middle of the building. I was supposed to look for a man sitting by himself with two coffees and a straw.

I spotted him sitting by a large window in the back of the coffee shop and sighed. “Oh.” He was really cute. He had on glasses, a strong jawline, and nice wispy dark curls. I bet if I touched those curls they’d feel like velvet. I didn’t touch curls though. I walked towards him and his eyes turned in my direction. They lit with curiosity and my nerves began to kick in.

What was his name, again? Bob? Bill? He didn’t look like a Bill? He looked way too pretty to be a Bill? Maybe a Henry? Or an Aiden. Aiden was sexy. Oh my god is he checking me out? I still don’t remember his name.

“Hi.” I stuck out my hand and put on my brightest smile. “I’m Jan. You must be Serial Killer Aiden?”

His eyes widened and the color on his face drained. I wanted to kick myself. Maybe drag myself out of the building. Yeah that seemed like a good idea.


That’s it for now!

Until next time,

Tiara “Kikyo” Giles

P.S. Check out my my books and writings tab to see more flash fiction and things I have written!

Flash Fiction #8!

Hey everyone! Before I jump into this Flash Fiction I just want to point out something. The characters in this flash are a part of a light novel/cartoon that I’ve been working on since 2006 and took a break on in 2015 because I needed to do some world building. I will only use nicknames and I may use this scene if I like it enough haha.

On to the flash!!!


 

Prompt: Better the devil, you know.

“Tae!” Fuu ran as fast as she could. Chunks of ceiling falling everywhere around her. She needed to find Tae and get them out of there or they would both die.

They wouldn’t be in this bind if it weren’t for Tae’s love sick sister. She could have just waited one more stupid hour before running off in the middle of the night like that. They still would be in danger but at least a caving building in the sky wouldn’t be the cause.

Fuu heard a moan to her left and leapt across the splitting floor. The moan grew louder and came from the rubble below her.

“God dammit.”

She lifted and threw the rubble aside revealing her blonde-haired, idiot partner covered in dirt. One eye popped open while the other was swollen shut. A bright smile spread across his face.

“Hello beautiful.” He pushed himself upright and his hand out. Fuu took it and helped him stand.

“I guess that means you’re okay?” She said, her voice softer this time as he brushed himself off.

“Yep. Surprised you didn’t leave me.”

“Better the devil, you know?” She shrugged before sprinting ahead of him. He blinked at the comment and laughed before following after her.


 

This feels kind of lame. Haha. Tell me what you think.

 

Until next time,

Tiara “Kikyo” Giles

 

FLASH FICTION YO!

*after a college century*

YO!!! HOW Y’ALL BEEN?! It’s been a while. I’ve been swamped with that last semester in college life BUT YEAH! I’ve been obsessed with Kendrick Lamar’s new song and Logic’s new song. So, it’s all I’ve been listening to. I’ll go back to my normal playlist soon. Lol.

Here is a quick video where I hinted to the YouTube watchers of my channel about the type of job I’m going for. I’ve already told you guys on the blog (link here) I haven’t gotten any offers yet with placements yet but I’m still hopeful and still trying to save.


ON WITH THE FLASH FICTION!!!

Prompt: One kiss, as soft as a sigh

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Part 3

I almost lost him. But you didn’t. But I could have. He could have died. But he didn’t. Maybe not physically but what if I killed something inside of him? He seemed so distant and quiet after I picked him up from the fire. His eyes were empty and red. He was soaking wet. The only thing alive was grip his fingers had around mine when I pulled him to my car.

I folded my arms as I stood over my couch and watched the rise and fall of his chest as he slept. He murmured something as he rolled his body in my direction. My eyes fell on his lips and the urge to kiss him gripped my throat like a vice. I leaned over him. Nerves pricked at the tips of fingers as I pushed his hair aside.

My roommates are going to kill me when they wake up. I thought as I touched my lips with his. One kiss, as soft as a sigh was all I could do tonight. A soft groan slipped his lips as I pulled away. I wasn’t ready to face what was coming tomorrow but tomorrow was inevitable.

Flash Five!

Hello all! It’s Spring Break and I’m doing nothing. Okay, well not completely nothing. I went to visit my high school best friends for the weekend (I already miss them) and I am working this week. I’m just not taking classes.

Anyway . . . here is this week’s Flash Fiction! (Taking a break from Ace and Janie)

 

Prompt: “I can’t”

 

“I’ll post the slides on the course site this weekend. I will see you all on Monday.” My professor said as I scribbled down the last of his PowerPoint.

“You should go talk to him.” My friend Siera said.

“Talk to who?” I said.

“Jace he was totally checking you out.” Siera said pointing at the broad shouldered man across the room.

Jace was the star athlete on the football field and the smartest guy in the history department. He was a level of attractiveness that melted you into a pool of goop. The kind of guy that made your mouth fall clean off. He was too beautiful for girls like me. I was pretty but I was nothing like the flock of girls huddled around him.

“Oh no.” I said. The bird like females pretended to be clueless about the notes. God he’s so nice. Why is he helping them? “Remember what happened the last time you made me talk to him?”

“That was before Ben! You’re a different woman now. You know how to flirt!” Siera said slapping me on the shoulder.

I shook my head as the class emptied. Ben was her my boyfriend. We dated for eight months before he shattered my heart and self-esteem into a million pieces.

“I can’t. I can’t talk to him.” I said. It was easier to talk to Jace when I was dating Ben. “I don’t even like jocks.”

“I know, but you need the confidence booster.” Siera said.

“Siera, I’m just not cut out for a successful . . . anything with boys. We’ve already established that.” I said heading towards the exit.

“Wait! He’s leaving!” Siera said. She grabbed my shirt and I went flying into hard muscle.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry.” I said. I had slammed into Jace and oh my god . . . he looked even better up close. I wanted to die. His blue eyes glinted as he released me from his hold. I looked around and Siera was gone. We were the only ones left. “My friend’s a jerk.”

“It’s okay.” Jace said and laughed.

“She’s just dead set on throwing me towards any random hot guy she can think.” I said. “I didn’t mean to slam into you.”

“You think I’m hot?” Jace said, lifting an eyebrow.

“No . . . wait! I mean. I do but . . .” I said and placed my fingers between my brows. “Ugh! I didn’t mean to say that out loud. This is so embarrassing.”

Jace laughed again and I felt myself dying. I always seemed to speak without thinking around him. Ugh! I am so going to kill Siera.

“I think your cute too if that helps.”

“I’m just going to – wait what?” I said. Did he actually say that?

“Catch you later, Renni.” He said and tucked hair behind my left ear before leaving the classroom. I didn’t completely die, but I could feel my cheeks burning. I must’ve looked like a spotted tomato. Siera got so lucky.

Flashy Monday’s Y’all!

I am surprised I was able to even start on this flash fiction. I uploaded a YouTube video but . . . y’all . . . this week has already been a long one. I ended up losing my apartment on Monday due to a fire and busted pipeline that followed almost immediately after an attempted robbery. I’ll attach the video at the end of this once it’s uploaded but this week has been so stressful. Being displaced from my home during midterm season was not fun at all.

So, this flash fiction is inspired by the event and the prompt couldn’t be any more ironic. It is also probably the lamest one that I will write.

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Prompt: Who knew tears could burn?

I woke to the sound of a loud siren.

“What the hell?” I said, rubbing my eyes. It had been three days since I heard from Janie. Bright white lights cut through my windows as my eyes focused. My body and sheets were drenched. She’s perfect and you have depression.

“Ace! Wake the fuck up!” I heard my roommate pounding on my door.

“Is it real?” I said swinging the door open. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. She didn’t want me.

“Hell yeah! The place above us just went up in flames bro.” He said. He was wrapped in a rain coat and rain boots were on his feet.

“Shit.” I said as the water from the sprinklers began to blind my vision as we waded towards the front door. Janie had fucked me and left. She didn’t want me. I noticed a dry handkerchief sitting on an end table. It was Janie’s. I turned it over wondering how this could be dry while everything else was soaked and destroyed. Hot liquid fell down my face. Did she cry when she left? Was walking away from us as hard for her as it was for me? My ears grew numb from the noise and time seemed to slow. The liquid running down my cheeks felt like hot coals. Who knew tears could burn?

“Ace! Hurry up! It’s a fucking fire!” My roommate yelled. I balled the handkerchief in my hand and ran out the door.

Finally Another Flash Fiction!

Hey all! I’m currently posting this while at work as a small break between studying for my midterms. Haha! Enjoy!

PART 1

Prompt: Stay

I stood in the bathroom, my body bare and my face wet. I gripped the sides of the sink while I examined my face. Was I glowing? I shook my head. I couldn’t believe I had slept with Ace. I didn’t plan for things to go that far tonight. Okay. I lied. Maybe I did. I grabbed a towel from the wall and wiped my face before tip toeing around the bed for my clothes.

“You have a nice butt.” A husky male voice said.

“Ahh!!” I tipped over and he laughed. “Ace don’t scare me like that. I thought you were asleep.”

He propped himself with his elbow and rest his head on his hand. He looked beautiful despite the pain growing on his face.

“You leaving?” He said glancing at the clothes covering my chest.

“Umm…” I said and closed my eyes. “Yeah.”

“Stay.” He said. “You don’t have to go. It’s only 10:30.”

“I know.”

I had promised one night with him. One night for us to enjoy being with each other. We wouldn’t have to worry about what my friends and overly prestigious family would think of me. One night of just us. Of freedom. But I was scared.

“Worried about your roommates again?” He said. “They’ll be fine. You told them you’d be back late. Stay.”

“I want to but . . . they might get suspicious. I’ve never been out so late.” I said. “I just . . .”

“It’s fine.” He said and rolled onto his back. “I get it. Our worlds are too different and they can’t meet. Not even for one fucking night.”

Ace was what my parents would consider a dirty smear on the family name. He didn’t have a lot of money, he had a potty mouth and he was covered in tattoos. My family, on the other hand, raised a good little girl under a five-star hotel chain. I wasn’t supposed to fall for a guy like Ace, but here I was falling and screwing things up at the same time.

“I’m sorry.” I said my voice quiet. “I’ll see you at school.”

 

Flash Fiction #2! Ayyy!

I’m currently in Einstein Bros. at my university library. The smoke is making me really clammy but being in here is a lot more interesting than being in one of those creepy quiet rooms in the library. I’ve been listening to the same five songs for like two days. Finally gave myself a break. Haha. Here’s my flash fiction. Whoo!!

Prompt: But Remember, Just for Tonight

Janie was stupid. Okay. I lied. She wasn’t stupid. She was academically challenged. Yeah. That’s better. What made her academically challenged wasn’t her inability to do the work and pass. She did that pretty well. She was more blind then stupid. She couldn’t see how much I wanted her. Needed her to be exact. I couldn’t seem to get her out of my mind and I know she wanted me. The deep conversations we had between tutoring sessions brought life to her eyes and her smile.

But those stupid girls she hung out with. They treated her like shit. They told her she was stupid and she believed them. They told her she wasn’t as beautiful as they were. They were wrong. She was gorgeous. The brightest smile. The most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen. Janie was the only woman not afraid to acknowledge me. Who didn’t see me as a tatted up hazard to her future. The only woman willing to be in the same fucking room with me that wasn’t just my bed. Although, I wouldn’t mind her there either, but I was just her fucking tutor. Nothing more.

A knock sounded on my door bringing me back to reality. I threw the blanket off of my body and stomped towards the living room.

“Janie?” I said opening the door for the curly headed beauty in front of me.

“Hey Ace!” She said with a smile on her face. Her cheeks became rosy after noticing my ‘boxers only’ attire. “Were you asleep?”

“Not exactly.” I said rubbing my eyes. She laughed and wedged her way between me and the door frame. She dropped her backpack onto the floor and began to put her hair into a ponytail. “What are you doing here? I’m not supposed to tutor you again until Monday.”

“I just needed a few pointers.” She said bending down to dig through her backpack. I tilted my head, taking in her curves, but not missing the apprehension in her voice.

“A few pointers on what?” I asked, folding my arms.

“Well…” She said, standing with her back to me. I wanted to give her a warm smile so she wouldn’t be so worried about whatever this was. “It’s kinda personal.”

I furrowed my brow. “Personal?”

“Yeah. Um . . .” She grabbed at her ponytail with one hand as the other trembled. Tightness began to fill my chest. “My friends . . . they say I shouldn’t be here.”

“What do you mean?” I said.

She turned around and her chocolate brown eyes were glossy. I wanted to grab her hands and make her feel comfortable but I couldn’t. I was just her tutor.

“They didn’t like the idea of you being my tutor but you’ve helped me a lot, especially with my test anxiety.” She said and smiled. My chest loosened a bit. “But then I . . . I would talk about you at home. I would tell them how nice you are. That this whole mean guy vibe you have here isn’t who you really are. That you’re more than that. I-I sound stupid.”

She let out a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of her neck.

“You’re not stupid, Janie.” I said smiling at her. Fuck! Did she want me to? She took a few steps toward me and I followed suit.

“They think if I get involved with you, you’ll corrupt me. I won’t be able to take you home to my mom.” She said and shrugged. “I think about that all of the time and . . . I really like you, but what if they’re right?”

“What if they’re wrong?” I said. I’ve wanted Janie the moment I laid eyes on her. I knew what her friends thought of me. They didn’t have to tell me and they wouldn’t. They had so much shit to say about me behind my back when they didn’t even know me. But Janie knew me. “Just give me one night to prove them wrong.”

Janie placed her hand on my chest igniting my skin. Her touch was meek but that’s all I needed. The pad of her thumb brushed against my lip like a feather falling from the sky. I opened my mouth and bit her thumb in the same way she touched me, causing her to gasp.

“Okay.” She said, her voice quiet. “But remember, just for tonight.”

My First Flash Fiction!!!

Tuesday was Valentine’s Day. You would expect something with a happy ending but I didn’t really feel like doing that. BUT WAIT! There’s humor. So it’s okay! Haha! I hope you all enjoy my first attempt at flash fiction. Your critiques are welcomed.

Prompt: Shoving the Gun in his Bloodied Mouth

I peeked through the small window on the door and saw Brent. I clutched the top of my dress and sighed. God, that must’ve hurt. He was on his knees swaying to the music. His eyes were closed. Glasses broken. Blood trickled from his mouth and brow. He loved classical music. Specifically, the 1812 Overture blaring from the speakers.

I had a viola tucked under my arm and bow in one hand. A gun in the other. His eyes opened as soon as I entered the room.

“Hello beautiful.” He smiled.

“Hello Brent.” I said. I looked at my boss standing on the balcony to my left. Four minutes, he mouthed. I nodded and proceeded to walk forward. I knelt in front of him and tucked the gun in my boot. “Would you like me to play something for you?”

“Ah. Yes.” He said closing his eyes again. “The girl I love playing a solo. What a nice way to die.”

I swallowed hard and gripped the neck of my viola. “Any requests.”

A devilish smile appeared giving me a full view of the blood on his teeth. I closed my eyes. “Play one of those anime things you like. Bright Red isn’t it?”

I had three minutes.

“As you wish.” I lifted the viola from resting position and readied my bow. I looked at my boss and he shut off the speakers with a wave of his hand.

“Remember dear, this is the last time we’ll see each other.” He said.

My eyes shut, forcing back burning tears. I really fucking hated this job. How was I going to play a quartet on one instrument?

Taking a deep breath, I began to play Bright Red by Mitsumune Shinkichi. I could feel Brent swaying again. Was he really enjoying this or was this a façade? Was he just as miserable as I felt? I felt a tear escape and I played harder. Three minutes were almost up.

I set my viola and bow on the floor and pulled out my gun.

“You’ve gotten better.” He said. “But you’re a far better dancer.”

I smiled and tears nearly blinded me. “Shut up, Brent.”

“Twenty seconds.” My boss shouted.

I rose the gun and looked at Brent. He smiled and nodded. I stuffed the barrel into his bloodied mouth and closed my eyes.

The End!


Songs referenced:

“1812 Overture” by Tchaikovsky. I’m going to be honest. I hated playing this song in high school. Like legit could not stand it. Here’s the song played nicely.

Here’s the song in high school played not so nicely. You can here me playing the viola. I was bad. The quality was bad lol. Yall.

 

And the other song “Bright Red” by Mitsumune Shinkichi from the anime Rozen Maiden.

I’m Back! (Mostly)

Hello! Is anyone still here? *turns on flashlight; tears down cobwebs*

Oh! There you are? What are you doing sitting in the dark? Well, get up. You’ve got dust all over you.

How is everyone? It’s been like a year (literally) since I have made a post. I guess I have to update you all. Let me make this quick and painless then.

  1. I bought a new car right before final exams. Do I have pictures? No. I don’t know why I don’t. It’s a 1990 Honda CRX. Yes, it’s another semi sporty car. Technically people use it for drag racing. I am not one of those people. And no, I still have my permit but I’m working out a schedule to practice more and get my license before I graduate.
  2. I spent Christmas with my boyfriends family. It was nice. His mom made me emotional cause she was so nice and I’ve been using the pen she gave me for all kinds of writing.
  3. I worked overtime for a seasonal job and hurt my right knee (I hurt my left foot on Monday. I don’t know how). I’m still recovering.
  4. As long as I keep up the good grades I’ll be graduating in May.
  5. I revived my YouTube channel but my way. I post whenever I remember to or feel like it.
  6. I went to Kami-Con 2017 and met Rick Farmiloe! He’s an animator for those of you don’t know. Think of all of the sidekicks from every Disney movie.

Kami-Con 2017 Video

Meeting Rick Farmiloe

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  1. I’m still working on my book. I’m on another draft. I think this is third. I don’t remember.

I think that’s it. Yep.

I’ll be writing small fiction tid bits coming up because I joined this really friendly Romance Writers & Readers. They put out a new prompt each week and if you choose you can write it and post it on your blog. So be prepared for that by Sunday!

Anyway, see you later! I suck at the picture part of blogging. Haha.

Tiara “KikyoHatake” Giles

Real Friends Pt. 2 -Short Story-

Disclaimer: this is fiction and this is open to healthy critiquing (that means no saying “you suck!” if you think I suck, logically and intelligently tell me what I should improve upon). Also, this is going to have some girly bits for the sake of finding a “real friendship”. Thanks for reading!

After the concert Jamie went to hunt down Tyler, Marie went to talk to some of her guy friends and Danni and I went to the bathroom.

“Is the guy Jamie interested in the dude you ran into,” she asked while washing her hands.

“Yeah. Why,” I pretended to search for lip gloss in my purse.

“Because I saw the way he looked at you. I definitely think he’s interested,” she said calmly. I blushed slightly.

“Really,” I said my eyes wide.

“Yeah but I don’t think you should pursue anything with him,” she shrugged.

“Why not,” I placed a hand on my hip.

“Because Jamie is obviously really interested in him and she’s had such bad luck with guys lately,” she shrugged.

“What are you trying to say,” this time I folded my arms.

“I’m trying to say that you should let Jamie have some fun with a guy that seems really nice for once,” she pleaded. “Come on. She cries a lot because her love life sucks and every time you get into a relationship it’s always with a good guy and so unfair to watch. I get it that sometimes those guys hurt you but they’re still better than what Jamie gets.”

“Haven’t we done enough sacrificing for her already,” I exclaimed. “Marie is so insecure about every guy she meets because they might end up or have already slept with Jamie. That’s not how things should be and that’s not fair.”

“Hey,” she raised her hand. “You don’t have to get defensive. I was just trying to be a good friend unlike you.”

“You three are so stressful! Back off,” I swiftly turned and retreated from the bathroom. My head ached with blind fury. I was so blind that I hit something hard.

“Running into me again,” an amused manly voice said.

“Hi Tyler,” I smiled rubbing my head. “Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.”

“No. No, it’s fine,” he laughed. “So my friends and I are going to skip out on that after party but nobody else knows yet.”

“Oh really,” I see his friends, who are also his bandmates and roommates, watching us from a distance.

“Yeah,” he said. “You wanna come?”

He looked expectant and I looked between him and his friends. Did I want to come? I could suddenly heard Danni’s voice in my head again. You should let Jamie have some fun with a guy that seems really nice for once.

“Yeah,” I smiled.

“Cool.”


We ended up at this nice Mexican restaurant chatting about random stuff and sometimes serious things.

“So what are you going to do after college Gia. It’s like your last year right,” Tyler’s friend Bethany asked.

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” I covered my face with my hand and groaned. “I have no idea.”

“You don’t know what you wanna do,” said the guy sitting across from me with wide eyes.

“Sven leave her alone,” his friend Taylor commanded.

“What? She seems so together man,” Sven complained. I felt a bit worse.

“See! Now you’ve got her all upset,” Taylor exclaimed smacking Sven on the shoulder.

“Ow! I’m sorry,” he pouted. She smacked him again.

“What are you interested in at least,” Tyler asked.

“A lot of things,” I answered. “but mainly creative things. I want to create really inspiring and relatable things.”

“Well that explains the film major,” Bethany said. “It’s totally perfect.”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “But it doesn’t do me much good.”

Everyone gave me the same quizzical look.

“I mean most of my friends know exactly what they’re going to do and how they’re going to do it and they all have jobs lined up and I’m just over here like ‘I create stuff!’,” I explained suddenly feeling more vulnerable as their faces softened.

“Do your friends know how you feel,” Bethany asked kindly.

“Not really,” I shrugged. “I mean I’ve talked to them but they don’t really recognize me for my skill and stuff as if our goals aren’t equally as important sometimes.”

“Do they at least encourage you or like look at your stuff,” Sven asked. I shook my head and Taylor frowned.

“That’s terrible! Why are you friends with them?” Taylor exclaimed, causing the restaurant to go silent.

“I mean they aren’t bad people. Danni can be really supportive at times whenever she isn’t around Jamie and Marie is really cool whenever Jamie isn’t around,” I said, the words water falling out of my mouth.

“Wait. Jamie?” Sven’s eyes widened. “Jamie Vasquez?”

I nodded.

“Nah man,” Sven shook his head. “That girl is not cool. Her and Taylor used to be besties back in the day and she came out so mean when she got to college. How in the eff did you end up with her?”

I shrugged. I tended to meet terrible people and I felt as if the good people just left me very quickly. It was as if they weren’t interested in being my friend. These people were obviously good people too and it was nice to be in this moment right now.

“Hey,” Tyler whispered. “I know they’re your best friends and you wouldn’t let anyone hurt them but do they do the same for you?”

“Exactly,” Bethany exclaimed. “If they don’t treat you like they care about you then what kind of friendship is that?”

I wondered the same thing sometimes. I put up with a lot of crap and made a ton of excuses for their actions.

Eventually, the conversation moved on to other things but my mind kept drifting back to that conversation. Did my friends really have my best interest at heart? I’ve never actually shown them any of my pieces. I mean they didn’t seem too interested in my stuff so I didn’t bother. Maybe if I showed them my stuff they’d have a reason to be supportive . . . something about that thought felt stupid.

“Hey, you ready to go,” I heard Tyler’s soft voice break my train of thought. I looked up to see all of his friends smiling at me and I nodded.


“So what happened to you last night,” Jamie asked as we sat at our usual lunch place. “You were like with us and then you went off on Danni and then you disappeared.”

“Did Danny tell you why I left,” I asked.

“No but I don’t care about that,” Jamie rolled her neck. “I want to know what you did last night.”

“I hung out with friends,” I shrugged. “No big deal.”

“No big deal!!!” She shrieked. “You were supposed to be hanging out with us!”

“What’s going on,” Marie said as she and Danny joined our table.

“This bitch was out with other people when she was supposed to be out with us,” Jamie genuinely seemed hurt by the fact that I left her last night.

“That’s where you went,” Danni asked, she seemed relieved. Jamie shot her a hurt look.

“So what’s the problem,” Marie asked very confused.

We were hanging out.” She complains. “We were having a girls’ night and she abandons us for her own little personal rendezvous time as if she doesn’t care about us anymore!”

Oh my gosh! Female! I was done. I had finally come to my breaking point.

“You would’ve left us for a BOY!!!” I yelled. “You would’ve left us if you got the chance to woo him like you wanted. You didn’t give a crap about us having a girls’ night! You just wanted us there for your benefit, to give you attention, so if your tail got rejected you had your ‘friends’ to fall back on.”

She opened her mouth to talk and I raised a hand.

“You. Are so. Selfish!” I waved my arms around. “Like oh my gosh! You threaten people when things don’t go your way. You scream for attention. You get mad when someone tells you the truth about ANYTHING relating to you and whether it’s negative or positive you just have to one up everybody.”

Then I addressed the other two.

“And I love you guys but jeez you either guilt-trip me or put up with so much crap that I don’t know how you don’t get nightmares at night.” I shook my head. “You don’t support me and you ostracize me but you demand so much of my dang time. It makes me want to scream!”

“Well if you don’t want us you can take your sorry life with you,” Jamie said looking away from me. “You know we cared about you! We were your real friends!”

“You’re pitiful,” I shook my head. I was finally ready to let go of terrible people even if they were my closest friends.

A car revved outside of the window and I saw Tyler and his friends waving at me through the window. I motioned to see if I could join them and they all nodded. Taylor jumped out of the front seat next to Tyler and hopped into the back seat. I smiled brightly.

“What’s going on,” Jamie looked between me and the car. “Is that Tyler?!”

“Yep,” I said and waltzed out of the building as she screamed.