Ship the friend (gxg) (COMPLETED)

forty-eight

Sarah's sobbing now. We left the hallway for the bathroom because that's where all teenage girls go to cry.  

"I said that?"

I look away. It was still weird to think she doesn't remember this. It makes it harder to be mad at her. And I wanted to be mad at her. "Yeah. Every last word."

She covers her face. "I don't care if I was high. How could I not remember?"

"How much did you smoke?" I counter.

She bites her lower lip. She doesn't know. 

I sigh. "So why did you smoke in the first place?"

"It was Ryan! I didn't want to seem lame. And besides, I love him."

Love. 

Something that is tossed around so much these days. I shake my head. "You don't love him."

"What?" Her mouth is the shape of an 'o'.

"You don't love him. You say you've loved all of your boyfriends. And none of them have lasted over four months."

"Mia, how could you say that?"

I shrug. "It's the truth." And with that, I walk away.