Chapter 6

<p>We were at a club standing next to speakers loudly blaring trap music. Sarah wore a strappy top, one that barely concealed her nipples as her push-up bra was too small. Men stared at us, but mostly her. I didn't know why we insisted on going to an obnoxious venue that night just the two of us, the idea was a joke.<br/> In reality, I loathed spending time with most people in general. Being in that room was a nightmare, listening to hideous pick up lines by lewd drunken men. Sarah would laugh. She was soulless. <br/> I couldn't help but pull her aside to the restroom area, where the music wasn't as loud and obnoxious. <br/> "You know these guys just want to lay you in their cars." I slapped her arm as I lectured. We were both drunk. I had a lot of nerve acting like her mother. "First you come to our school all buoyant with assets that make the rest of us look laughable." <br/> "Courtney–"<br/> "No, I'm not jealous of your superficial sad life in where you're marrying a fucking dud – forgive me, polo player at seventeen years old."<br/> Her expression changed to a pout.<br/> "My marriage is scheduled for when I turn nineteen." <br/> I rolled my eyes, my anger coursing through my veins. <br/> "You can't just waltz in and act like centre of the universe. You make strangers fall in love with you. Tell me, Sarah. Does anyone know how filthy orgies you had to land those modelling gigs?" <br/> My words appeared to have mentally shattered her as she stood before me, mouth hung open and eyes quickly filling with tears. I stared at her coldly, waiting for an answer.<br/> "If you're in love with me you don't have to say it so cruelly." Her voice was whiney as though she had just been punched in the face by her mother. I laughed, to which she shoved past me on her way back onto the dance floor. <br/> As she ground her hips against a stranger in the crowd, our eyes met. I couldn't tell whose were more vicious. I set my jaw and disappeared out the doors of the club.<br/> We didn't speak at school. We didn't call each other anymore. My heart broke daily at the sight of her in school, avoiding me, no longer my best friend but a foreigner. The new girl I had a fall out with a year in.<br/> I remained in love with her until the end of senior year. That was the first time our eyes met in months – on graduation day – and it was tragic. We shared a glance for half a second and both looked away from each other awkwardly.<br/> My life wasn't the same. A void lived in and around me. Her absence killed me. She, my soulmate, was gone. Off to get married. Off to dance in music videos all summer, forgetting I ever existed.<br/> Things needed to change. She loved me enough to acknowledge I loved her, whether or not she was gay. That said more than some silly avoidance. <br/> </p>