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

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".Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.