15 Cause You Got Another One

Rachael Point of View:

"I think I'm crushing on girls," I say, taking a deep breath and wait for Abigail's reaction.

Her grey eyes look like it's about to budge out of her skull and her jaw drops to the ground. She drops her pencil to the ground and fully turns around to me.

She let out a gasp, "Like as in, the whole school?!"

I look at her in disgust, nose wrinkled and eyes narrowed, "What makes you think that?!"

"You said girls, with an s. Girls," She exclaimed, stretching the s as she said, girls.

"I think I'm crushing on TWO girls," I said with clarity, and holding up two fingers. What makes her think I'm crushing on the entire school? Who does that? ...psychopath?

She rolls her eyes, "Well, how was I suppose to know it's TWO? Geez, be more specific next time."

I roll my eyes, too.

"Anyways, I think I'm crushing on two girls," I said calmly.

"Well then, congratulations!" She says, giving me a round of applause. "Now it's a threesome!"

I grab a pillow from her bed and threw it at her face.

"Ow!"

"Ow? It's a pillow for goodness sake, it's soft," I huffed. "It's a lot better than being hit by a fucking closet door."

"Why did you hit me with the pillow? I congratulation you for getting a threesome -" She says, but I cut her off by throwing a pillow at her again.

"I'm asking for relationship advice, not sex advice," I groan and plop down on her bed. "When did you got dirty-minded?"

Threesome sounds interesting and it wouldn't hurt to try it once, however, with the tension between Hannah and Samantha? More like, two rivals are going to ripe each other head's off.

"There's a thing called PronHub, idiot," She says in her genius tone. Blah.

I look at her in shock, "You watch Pro-pron?!"

"No, but I've heard of it," She says, facing back to her screen. "I know what sex is, but I don't know much about it."

I lay back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling which is filled with painted stars by her. The stars vary in different colors, red, orange, yellow, green, royal blue, and violet. Sounds like the LGBTQ+ flag to me, but she says it's the color of the rainbow.

"Should I tell Mom, or should I not?" I ask, turning to her. She slams her laptop and went on the bed next to me, "You better not."

"So tell me about those girls," She says, facing me.

"Don't tell anyone," I say, putting a finger over her lips. "Cause no one needs to know, not even a single soul."

"But my soul counts, right?" She asks.

I raised a brow at her and pretend to be in deep thoughts.

"You've got a soul? Since when?" I joke, she shots me a look and hits me on the arm. "I'm joking."

"Tell me those girls, or you're getting out of my bedroom," She says, sitting up correctly and I follow her.

"Okay," I begin. "There's Samantha, and there's Hannah. Samantha is the girl, who I told you about when Jacob was over. As for Hannah, she's a friend of mine, however, it seems like Samantha and Austin hated her the most. Austin hates Hannah because she's a cheater, and Samantha hates Hannah for God knows why."

"Alright, so you've got a cheater and a nice ass girl," Abigail says, writing down on a paper. "I need to write it down because I want to know how stupid you are, or idiot you are."

"What do you mean?" I whine, throwing my hands up in the air.

She rolls her eyes, now I start to think about it, why does every girl in my family love to roll their eyes? I roll my eyes back at her.

"Okay, give me more info about them," She says, clicking her pen on and off.

"Samantha - " I started, but Abigail slams her pen down.

"Stop calling her Samantha, call her something else." She groans. "How plain is your brain?"

"But when I call her nice ass, you think I'm being a perv," I told her.

"Well duh, who the fudge goes around a stalk people's butt?" She asks raising her voice. "You could've called her Sammy, or Sam, or Mantha, or Ammy, or -"

"Bitch," I blurt out.

"What did you just call me -"

I call her off, "No, I'm calling Samantha, Bitch. Not you."

She shakes her head and wrote "Bitch" next to Samantha's name on the paper, and wrote "Cheater" next to Hannah's name. She twirls her pen in her fingers, and tap her chin before writing "Once a Cheater, Always a Cheater" next to Hannah's name.

"What?" I ask.

"We will get to that later, but tell me why you like them," She says. "I need to get this straight."

"Okay," I reply softly. "I think I have feelings for Sam because I love the way how difficult she is, she pushes me away with her insults, but I like it. It's hard to talk to her, but it fun to try and give her a push. However, there's one part of her I'm curious about - besides her ass, but her eyes. There's so much in them, it's like a battle of emotions. Her eyes are bright blue... She's beautiful, no doubt."

"Well look at you, falling for her," Abigail chuckles. "Okay, so... Bi - you know what, I'll call her Sammy. Sammy seems like an interesting person, and the way you're describing Sammy, it seems like she's trying to play hard to get. She's interesting, Abby approves of her."

She made a check mark with her green marker next to Samantha's name and wrote down the words I've said about Sam.

"Now tell me about this Cheater," She says with tension in her tone.

"Um...well, Hannah is a nice person," I start. "She's easy to talk to and she's caring. She's a good friend of mine, even if she was a cheater, I think her reputation of being a cheater shouldn't make her a bad person. I think Austin should forgive her for what she has done because she regrets it. I don't think she is a bad person, she's so caring and I'm sure she regrets what she has done. I -"

"Stop! Enough!" She shouts, scaring the spirit out of me, she even slams her hand on her desk.

I look at her surprise because I've never seen her being so...loud?

"You're fucking blind! Hannah is a toxic person, she's a two-face dog! She's not who you think she is, I know those kinds of people! Those kinds of people who use people and they are usually bullies! They don't give a shit! How could you like a person like her?!" Abigail hollers in my face, hands griping my shoulder and shaking me. "Once a cheater, always a cheater!"

I look at her after she clams down from her outburst, her hands are still on my shoulder. Holy shit, she cursed too.

Then I suddenly got angry, "First of all, she's not a dog! She one of my friends, who I care about! I get it, she's a cheater! However, what if she changed? She has regret what she has done! She's good at heart, she probably cheated because she doesn't dare to break up with the person who she dated! There are many reasons for someone to cheat! Mostly, it's bad, however, I - I don't think she's bad."

Abigail pushes me on the bed, and went to grab pillows on the floor and throws it at me. I try to dodge it, but she went for head shots. Ouch! It does hurt, I grab one of the pillows as a shield.

"Do you ever think about who you are surrounded with? Cause you got another one, another toxic person in your life after Becky," Abigail snaps in anger. "I prefer Sammy for you! Not the other two-faced bitch. She's the real bitch in this situation, not Sammy! Now think of this, Becky and you! No matter how toxic your relationship was with her, she still cared for you! She didn't cheat on you! Neither did you! There's trust between Becky and you! That's why the relationship between you two lasted for a long time even if no one approves it! You guys fight, but you guys don't lie to each other or cheat!"

"Why are we talking about my ex?" I yell back, fist clench.

"I'm comparing Hannah and Becky," She clenched her jaw tight. "Hannah is more toxic than Becky. We all hate Becky, and we hate the way Becky only sees lust in you. However, she cares about you like a friend even if there was never love. She didn't want to hurt you, she didn't try to cheat! I believe if you got into a relationship with Hannah, you're going to be broken. She would play with your mind, she would break your heart when you fall too fast. She's toxic."

My lip starts to wobble as I feel tears in my eyes, I close my eyes and took a deep breath.

Becky.

I did love the girl, but I keep on denying it. My throat tightens as I try to stop my tears from falling, Becky broke me too. I got up from Abby's bed and head for my bedroom.