Author’s note: The flashback in this story actually happened

Author’s note: The flashback in this story actually happened. As weird as it may seem, it is the complete truth. The feelings in this story are completely true. I was afraid that all of it would happen. The rating and the punching never happened, but there were a few (okay, a lot) comments he made about my appearance. But anyways, I was scared, angry, and hurt when he accepted her offer. Oh, and I’m not really sure if we were best friends, but we were pretty close in my opinion. I don’t know about him though. Well, on with the story.

When we first met, you looked me up and down and said “four.” I punched you in the face and you called me a bitch. We’d been best friends ever since then. But it all changed in a single instant. Of course, being as oblivious as you are, I don’t think you truly noticed.

We were all sitting at the table in the reference section of our school library during lunch. As usual, we were talking about whatever came to mind, exchanging insults, and just being ourselves. A girl we’d never seen before came up to you and said, “Do you have a girlfriend?” while looking pointedly at me. When you replied no, she said, “Do you want to go out with me?” It was so random that our whole group started laughing.

You looked at her and then over to her friend standing a little ways away. Then you said, “Is this a prank?”

She shook her head. “No, I need a boyfriend. I’m cute, funny, and have great boobs!” As she said the last bit, she squeezed them for emphasis.

Now I was scared. What if you decided to go out with her? I never made my feelings clear, but I wouldn’t be able to take it if he said yes.

“Okay, sure.” Everyone laughed, including me. If I didn’t laugh, I would bawl my eyes out.

“Oh, what’s your name anyways?” Oh, the irony. A girl he’d never met before asked him out, and she didn’t even know his name. All I could do was laugh harder.

Before all of that happened, when we saw each other in the hallway, we would smile. Now I only see the back of your head while you’ve got her in your arms. You’re kissing her, and she’s looking at me, a triumphant look on her face because she can see how much your relationship hurts me. I want to scream at you. Why her? Why not me? Is it because she’s an eight, and I’m a four? I really only want to ask you a few simple things. I want you to smile at me like you used to, answer me when I say your name, be my friend again. I know that you consider me as “one of the guys,” so what ever happened to “bros before hoes?” Really, I’m not asking for a lot. All I really want is for you to remember that I still exist.