"You don't understand,  Avery," Stacy screams, "all my friends hate me now!'

"I do understand, Stacy," I fumed.

"No you fucking don't," she corrected.

"I know how it feels to be hated. I know what it feels like to be outcast from everyone," I interrupt.

"No one fucking likes me anymore," Stacy wines, "and it's all your fault!"

"I know how it feels to be not liked, Stacy, and you fucking aren't," I retort, "just because some of your friends heard about us doesn't mean shit because I know you did a good job completely shutting down that rumor!"

"God fucking damnit," Stacy cries, opening her arms wide to show herself off, "look at what you did to me."

"Look at what I did to you? Stacy, look at what you did to me," I snap, "you made me horrible. You ruined me. I lost everything and everyone because of you."

Stacy stares at me while tears trickle down my face.

"I don't fucking deserve this," Stacy scoffs.

We go silent and I let my thoughts take over my mind. I take a deep breath.

I let out a sob, "I really did think you loved me."

"I did too but maybe all of this was all a lie," Stacy mutters.

I let out another sob.

"This all started because I felt bad for you, you know," Stacy admits, "I related to you and how nobody seemed to really care about you, so I cared for you."

"You didn't care about me, Stacy. You used me. You used me because your life is pathetic and you thought it'd be easy to use me to make your life better," I hiss, "then you had the audacity to refuse that we were ever together!"

The room goes silent. Stacy falls to the ground and I continue standing there. I'm exhausted. My feet hurt from pacing, my head hurts from crying, and my throat hurts from screaming. I don't know what to do at this point. I just want to go home.

"God, I'm an idiot," I exhale, smashing my fist against the bathroom wall.

I lock eyes with Stacy and shake my head defeatedly while I walk out the bathroom and all the way to the outside of the building. I slump against the brick wall and take out my phone. I don't have money for an uber. I'm stuck. I feel tears begin to stream down my face once more and I call the only person I can think of.

The phone rings. Once. Twice. They pick up.

"What the hell do you want?" The person on the other end growls.

"Peyton?" I tremble.

The tone changes in Peyton's voice almost instantly, "Avery, what's wrong? Are you hurt? You sound like you're crying."

"I know you hate me and I shouldn't have called you but-" I start.

"Tell me what's wrong, A," Peyton interrupts.

"I'm outside school. I have no car. I have no money. I don't know what to do," I choke.

"Hey, I'll be there in a few minutes. Hold tight," Peyton says gently.

She hangs up and I slide my phone into my pocket. I shut my eyes and relax against the wall. I wonder what Stacy's doing. I wonder when she's going to go home. The sun has already started to set so it's going to be dark soon. God, I hate sunsets. What if Peyton doesn't actually come? What if I'm stranded out here by myself all night? She wouldn't lie to me. Peyton is too nice to just leave me. I did hurt her, though. What if she hates me so much that she lied about coming to get me?

I stop spiraling as someone crouches in front of me and grabs my shoulders. I open my eyes to see Peyton. Relief washes over me as I lay my eyes on the brunette. I haven't seen her in weeks since she's been avoiding me and I'm honestly so happy to see her face again. Peyton stands up and hauls me up too. She takes my hand and directs me to her car. I look down at our conjoined hands. Stacy only ever held my wrist. Why did she only take my wrist? I shake the thoughts about Stacy out of my head.

Once we sat down inside Peyton's car, I told her about everything I've been going through and what just went down between me and Stacy. I let out a mix of sobs and apologies. Peyton then takes a hold of my face and I look into her jade eyes.

"Avery, it's okay I forgive you. I understand your side of all this. Stacy's a bitch and she shouldn't have done that to you," Peyton exhales.

Peyton pulls me into a hug and I feel calm for the first time in weeks. I press my forehead to hers and we start giggling. If I knew how easy this was going to be then I would have spoken to her sooner. Peyton begins driving me home and she puts on the Arctic Monkeys. She hums along and I slowly drift to sleep.