After It Happened

Chapter 3: 2

26th January, 2018

Danielle,

I stole Tola's first kiss today. Tola is my fifth boyfriend and I can tell he really likes me. I should feel

guilty for stealing his first kiss seeing I don't feel anything, but I'm not. I'm making him happy after all.

I was the one who initiated the kiss. Badass Denise. I saw the way he was looking at me. He really

wanted it, but was at a loss on what to do. I decided to put him out of his misery, so I drew him closer

and reached up to press my lips against his. He was shocked for a moment, but soon recovered and

kissed me like there was no tommorow. Hearing him sigh and look at me with dazed eyes as I pulled

away made me feel content. Although I couldn't feel it, I made someone really happy.

When he dropped me off and thought I wasn't looking, he touched his lips before smiling like he won

the lottery. I had done a good deed today.

I know I'm pretty. I have mirrors, don't I? I love my dark curly mid length hair and my hazel eyes. My

skin is a soft caramel. I am neither too short nor too tall, just the perfect height and I'm plump in just the

right places. It's no surprise that I get a lot of boys' attention.

The longest I've ever dated anyone is a year. C-Jay is who you would call the school's star boy. Of

course I felt nothing with him, but I just loved the idea of him. He never expected much from me; I just

had to stay there by his side. One of the prettiest and most popular girls in school with the school's

golden boy. A perfect couple.

C-Jay was my first everything. First real kiss, first boyfriend, first fuck. Of course everyone heard about NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

that last bit. Bragging about it to his boys was an offer he couldn't pass. From then on, I was bad

Denise, Denise the slut, Miss Bitch and other colorful names I don't care to remember. It was one of the

rare occasions I was glad I felt nothing.

C-Jay had broken up with me after the new half-Latino girl walked into the school saying we weren't

working out. Not working out my foot. Few months later, Camille, C-Jay's new girlfriend became my

best friend.

29th January, 2018

Danielle,

I actually missed talking to you. Miss Peters was right. Putting my thoughts somewhere is actually...

relieving.

Camille and I had one of our rare fights today. She was angry with me over something totally

unreasonable. I had promised to follow her to C-Jay's party. The day off the party, however, was one of

those days I didn't feel like getting up. So, I just wrote one of my dark hoodies with sweatpants and a

converse planning to avoid everyone. I was actually successful since Denise was too busy gushing

over her boyfriend to notice I wasn't sitting at their table. I swear she could really be dense sometimes.

However, when evening came around, she called me suddenly remembering I had to go with her to the

stupid party. Not feeling up to it, and maybe as revenge for being too engrossed with her boyfriend

earlier today, I ignored her calls and spent the night curled up in my room watching movies. She would

have a lot of fun without me being there.

Characteristic of Camille, she gave me the cold shoulder today. Not wanting to bother her, I kept my

mouth shut. I needed to let her chill a little. Maybe she would realize her mistake and how much she

missed me, then apologize. That would be highly unlikely. Of course, I would be the one to do it as

usual and put her out of her proud misery. I just couldn't find the energy to do it today.

After C-Jay had broken up with me to go after the half-Latino girl, Camille, I was left all alone. For a

year, my life revolved around his. I had lost my past friends somewhere along the line making C-Jay's

snobbish airhead friends mine. Of course they ditched me as soon as he did.

Camille after 3 months of dating him must have heard the various rumors and figured out I was her

boyfriend's ex. I think she pitied me. Who wouldn't after hearing the painful rumors and seeing me

hanging alone like a recluse? Well, I know, my classmates. I'm sure they hated me. Well I didn't hate

being alone; I loved it. No need for fake smiles or small talk. Anyways after weeks or months of Camille

pestering me, I became her friend and she gave herself the title of "Denise's bestie".