I squirted soap into my hands and ran them under warm water, hearing the bathroom door open. I hummed to myself and grabbed a paper towel, freezing as soon as I heard a door lock click.
"Um," I muttered. "What.." I turned around and came face to face with Abigail, staring down at me from her height. I'm pretty short. She came towards me.
"We need to talk," she whispered. I felt my arms cross and my eyebrows raise.
"Oh?" I asked, backing up so I could look her in the eye. She didn't try to follow or get closer. Amazingly creepy person.
"I think you've said enough already, Abigail."
She stared down at me.
"You were manipulating me and-"
"No. You were manipulating yourself." I said with a small sigh, shaking my head. "You let yourself feel that way. And I guess it does make me a little sad that you let these things that were in your own head affect our friendship, but really? It's so dumb." She just looked at me with this little look of pity that made my fingers itch to wipe it off her. But I didn't.
"I'm sorry I hurt you." She said in this sickly sweet voice, but her eyes gave her away. Cold. I actually laughed. Real, and loud. Maybe I'm insane. Or maybe I really did find it funny.
"If you think I'm hurt you've completely missed the update, because I'm not hurt, I'm mad. I'm mad that you betrayed me. I am mad you tried to hurt me. I am MAD at you." She continued to stare.
"I'm sorry I hurt you." She tried again. Her eyes and voice now gave it up.. Breathe out and let the rest come easy.
I closed my eyes and gave myself a shake.
"I'm sorry it turned out the way it did," Abigail said to me.
"Yeah? Well, the only thing I'm sorry for is that I trusted you. I really am sorry for that, won't happen again." I told her. Her eyes flashed and I saw a glare but she quickly replaced it with the' cool look. I bit my tongue. Ashley's Song by Set It Off was her song as far as I could tell. Or maybe You're So Vain. Yes.
"I didn't tell Ginny," she finally said.
"Really, because she knew a whole lot."
"Maybe she figured it out herself." I smirked.
"Oh? Cause she said 'Jesus told her.' I don't know, maybe it's just me, but 14 year olds aren't profits, and if God wanted to tell me something, he'd tell me himself." She smiled. No, I'm not kidding. She actually gave me a smile.
"Well... I... I uh..." She stopped.
"I'm sorry for the way it turned out," she said again.
"I'm not," I told her. "I'm glad. Like I said, sorry I trusted you. But I should thank you for showing your true colors. Because if I had known who you really were?" I whistled. "I would have never wanted to be your friend." She stormed out of the bathroom. And for once I didn't feel sad. I didn't feel anything.
That was the end of that, and actually I feel bad for her. Not in a mean way either. She got a new haircut that isn't very flattering on her, she messed up on something with school that we've been working on all semester, and the last time I saw her she kept glancing over at me and giving me these puppy dog eyes underneath her ridiculous looking bangs that cover most of her face now. She didn't try to talk to me again though. The reason she talked to me in the bathroom was because she wanted a different reaction than last time. She wanted me to beg for her to take me back and say she was right and that I loved her and that she was amazing, etc., and I didn't and i think it might have hit her. She looked pretty sad. Does this mean she's coming off block? H-e- double hockey sticks no. She's soon moving all the way across the country. Guess why. No really, guess.
She's moving across the country to join a cult.
Yes, you heard me right.
If someone's mean to you, don't get revenge.
Just wait for them to do it to themselves for you.
Like get a bad haircut and mess up their whole life like dang son.