I scoff and wave my hand at her

“Stop it!…She is only helping me with Alyssa and I want to try to get them to talk things out”

Robin rolls her eyes “Whatever…I want the deets when you pick me up Monday for school…Since Anthony will be coming tomorrow I will be out of pocket…Love you” She says pulling her head out of the car and shutting the door.  I watch her skip to her front door open it and disappear inside

“I feel so cheap now” I say under my breath and laugh as I head home and think about where I’m going to meet Bette tomorrow.  I don’t know how I’m going to bring up the subject of reaching out to Alyssa.  If she’ll even be receptive to it….I will just test the waters tomorrow and go from there.

Bette

I open my eyes and groan as the sun is peeking through the blinds flashing into them.  I have to remind myself to put some curtains up.  I look over to my alarm clock and it’s just now 8:30am.  Why am I even up this early on a Saturday

I stretch and throw the covers off of me and sit up on the side of my bed.  I dread showering because I have to see myself in the mirrored shower door every time I step in.  The constant reminder that I’m no longer the “hot fuckgirl” I used to be.  What my reputation was—or rather what the rumors made my reputation out to be….”hot fuckgirl” Maybe at one time I was “hot” but I was never a “fuckgirl”

The truth is….I have never had sex with anyone…Of course I knew I was a lesbian at very young age and I had made out with a few girls I went out on dates with when I started high school but I never wanted to give myself to anyone unless I was in love with them.  I really don’t know where or how that rumor started but I did nothing to squash it because it gave me an ego boost I guess….Maybe it was because I was such a big flirt back then….But my bark was definitely bigger than my bite….I loved the attention I received…But now…Ha!…No one would ever want me now as I’m reminded of just that looking at my scarred naked flesh in the mirror of the shower door.  It doesn’t get any easier to look at myself.  I turn to check out the scarring on my back and legs.  Somehow my ass, face, and neck were spared but every other inch has some type of evidence that I was burned.  I look at my hands thinking how they were spared any major scarring…..I sigh…..At least I can keep the scarring covered.