Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Mom had always kept the story that Corbin had left Gigi for her alive, a story most people bought early on because Gigi had acted like she’d lost her mind; at least, that’s what I’d overheard Mom say a time or two.
She’d claimed that Gigi had made her life a lot easier by showing everyone why Corbin left her. That’s why a lot of people hadn’t really blamed her for the divorce, but now it was all coming out in the open, and this was only going to make a bad situation worse.
Fuck this! I reached for two pills this time and took another joint that had already been rolled and waiting. Then I sent Lacey a new message because I couldn’t remember if I had told her already. ‘Bring beer.’
LACEY
Aparty is exactly what I need to get me out of this slump I’ve been in all month. Shit has been going downhill since that night that crazy bitch found me in her bed.
Denny’s parents had forced him to let me stay because of the pregnancy, even though he’d been acting like I had the plague. He seems to want to blame me for everything that has gone wrong, like the months we were fucking. I was doing it by myself.
He seems to forget all the shit he said to me when he wanted to get into my pants, and now all of a sudden, I’m the slut who destroyed his life. I don’t want his small dick ass anyway. I just need a place to stay until I can get back on my feet, then I’m outta here.
He's such a fucking loser. And now he doesn’t even have a job and I overheard his parents talking about him not being able to find work in his field again. Apparently, he had lied about his school transcripts or something, I don’t know, and I don’t care.
As if my life wasn’t hard enough as it is, my stupid period had to last an extra day when it was supposed to be done already, and it was hell keeping that truth away from them. I have to throw away my pads in a dumpster far from the house so they didn’t catch on, but since I didn’t go out all yesterday, I’d had to let them pile up in the closet in the room they’d given me since their son refused to let me sleep in his room and now they were starting to stink.
It had only been a day and a half so I don’t know why they smelt like that already, but whatever. I read Mitzie’s last message and frowned. I barely had any money left on my card and wasn’t sure where I was going to get more from unless I found a job in the next few days.
I’d tried calling my parents and my sister but found out I was blocked, which meant they were serious about cutting me off this time. That really pisses me off because they were acting like this was such a big deal.
I was thinking once they heard about the pregnancy, they’d soften, so I had Denny’s Mom call to talk to them, but she didn’t get through either. Come to find out, the three of them had gone away together somewhere after the big blowout.
I knew Sherry was only doing all this to get back in Alyssa’s good graces because I’d heard her crying to my parents about how she’d lost her best friend because of me. That’s what she gets for putting that bitch before her own sister.
I don’t see why they’re all up her ass anyway, and it’s going to be even worse now since she’d married that hotshot. I drove by their place and was sick to my stomach. Now everyone is talking as if they’re the first couple of the county or something.
It's all anyone would talk about, whether in the street or online. The community boards were filled with nothing but praise and talk about her and her new man. Everyone seems to have forgotten that she was supposed to be marrying someone else.
No one seems to bat a lash at her swift turnaround, but I slept with her ex and was blacklisted and cast aside. My life is going to shit, and she’s living the life that should be mine. That stuck-up bitch has always had everything handed to her, so I don’t know why I’m surprised.
When we were younger, everyone pandered to her because of her parents’ divorce, like they were the first to do so, or she was the first product of a broken home. That’s how Mitzie and I became friends. We formed a bond of sorts in our dislike of her.
The two of us had spent many an afternoon dreaming out loud about the many ways we were going to fuck her over the minute we got the chance. But it just never seemed to happen. Mitzie’s Mom had tried getting her stepdad not to pay for Alyssa to go to that fancy school of hers and had made him refuse to pay, but she’d still gone, thanks to scholarships and her extended family stepping up.