_“bitch!”_

_“no, you’re a bitch!”_

_“oh my god, i hate you so much!”_

_“I HATE YOU MORE”_

_“YOU LEFT ME FOR HIM!”_

_“NO, I DIDN’T! YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS CAUSE I HAVE A BOYFRIEND AND YOU DON’T”_

_“I DON’T WANT A STUPID BOYFRIEND! I WANT MY BEST FRIEND BACK!”_

_“you’re such a guilt tripping bitch.”_

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and ten years later, seeing her walking down the grocery aisle, i still hate her all the same.

my ex best friend who decided a boy was better than me.

but i paste a smile on my face and wave, watching her eyes widen as she takes in who i am.

i’m much prettier now. much prettier than i was in high school, anyway.

my hips are more defined, my breast are bigger,

and my face just holds so much maturity that hers clearly doesn’t.

she’s gained a lot of weight. her hair is shoved in a messy bun and she’s wearing sweats.

she grimaces a smile back at me and raises her hand.

“harper, hi, how have you been?”

“hey lucy. i’ve been…i’ve been thorough it these past few years”

“oh what do you mean” my eyes trail her bloated stomach and soiled appearance.

“im pregnant, lucy”

“oh my god, congratulations!” that makes more sense. but harper doesn’t quite as happy as one should be.

“the father is a drug addict who left me when he found out”

“oh my god, harper i’m so sorry.” i’m at a loss for words. the most popular girl in our high school, knocked up and alone?

“well how have you been, lucy?”

“oh, i’ve been…um…” i didn’t want to talk about my company after that story.

“it’s ok, you can go on”

“okay well, i own a multimillion dollar pilates company.”

harper didn’t speak. she just nodded her congrats to me and walked down the aisle to the cereals.

popular girls in high school always end up worse off than the social outcasts.