PTE

AH'S

." I drew my hoodie tighter around my face,

ed in with Delia. Three weeks of bein

join Delia in cheering me up, which was

leep. Sometimes, I'd drink myself into a stupor to keep from thinki

mped me in the bathroom, forced me to sh

tly following her

's for an hour or two. You need the fresh air

just go back home," I sai

s therapeutic,"

t anything,"

eak from all of the struggles you're going through," she stated firmly, wrapping

I was well disguised, I didn't feel that way at all. "Let

uess what, it's my design," she gushed, holdi

ey are all beautiful. But let's go,

econd, Ze

ustomer who bumped into her, making

ance, someone jerked off my hoodie

It's Mr. Smith's daughter. Zyli

phone cameras began flashing, and pe

uickly put it on, pulled my hoodie

" Delia yelled at them, but no o

s behind me. She pressed the car's remote. As soon as it clicked open, I

no idea. I am so sorry,"

their phones, hoping to

" I said

we were halfway to her place. A restaurant came into vie

s the ache pulsing on b

ant to get us lunch," she as

had happened back in that mall, but I was i

gine. "Please, Zee. If this is about the mall incident, I swear

go. I don't want to talk," I told h

. She grabbed her purse

his wouldn't have happened. Dad was a pretty famous figure, especially with his

f this, and now they'd seen me i

d baseball cap would only make the world more c

mall, and they had followed me just to be sure. The

d me. Her outburst had confirmed everything

or and stared at the face that looked back

d it. But when it rang two more times, I finally

lia

pped many be

e you? I just saw your... t

an wild. "Why

en't enemies, you know?" His tone was ju

You broke up with me. You chose

elieve you. I'm sorry I didn't before. Can w

from my ear to look at the screen, like I couldn't

ieving Sabrina over you. Come,

ly for him. And I had missed him. Tears ran down my cheeks-maybe things w

re co

me, I still wanted him. Shameful, I knew, but I couldn't hel

ground. "Aww. Still pining for what i

abri

ah. Why would I want anything to do with a whore? A sex object to old me

yelled into the phone, te

button, threw my phone on the dashboard, and buried m

and shame I felt in that moment. I didn't raise

ever meant for it to happen," she said, her voice laced wi

please." It was all I