Once there was a girl who made a very bad decision. His name was Logan.

And sometimes bad decisions lead to worse decisions. And worse decisions led to right now.

My life.

"She's a slut," Teanna declared, bestowing upon me a look of contempt. "She always has to get what she wants."

The words bore down on me. What was I feeling?

"Emma is a slut." It zinged like a bullet, sounding like a killer opening sentence to a speech. She even opened her arms like a queen greeting her subjects as she nodded for clarity. Well, its what she was doing. "But she will never amount to anything."

I heard a snicker.

"Not even a playboy bunny."

The she looked straight at me. Horribly, sickeningly, she looked at me. And she said it directly to me.

"You can't go pro, ho."

I gaped at her. The crowd began to break. This was her closing statement.

I sank to the ground, diminished. But she wasn't gone.

"He said that you know."

I whipped around.

"What?"

"He said that. He's a player. I tried to warn you. But you were a bitch and you trusted a hot guy with a big head more than you trusted me."

"I never should've trusted you. Look how it is now."

"Its all Logan's fault and you know it. You can't possibly blame me for this."

I scoff.

"Actually, you can hardly blame him. Take a look in the mirror Emma. You're a filthy slut and everyone knows it. I get the guy, I get the life. I always do."

She always did.