Now according to records, I’ve attended every class and passed all the quizzes I failed.
I like the ladies, the ladies, ladies, ladies.
And those ladies, ladies, ladies like me.
I figured blaming it on Charlie always works. Plus, we can both agree it’s fun watching him trying to figure out why we’re yelling at him. He always looks constipated when he tries to think.
Easy there killer, your going to scare away all the ladies.
I’m on your roof, it’s like a lighthouse guiding the ladies your direction. You should thank my hot bod.
I wear pearls.
Were you hit with a mysterious flying object perchance because if so, it was totally Charlie. You should blame him.
Charlie’s frat house room is the prime location for a shooting range. The bitches who wear pearls squeal the loudest.
Droplets from Scarlett’s wet mangled hair were dripping down her back, but she made no attempt to stop it. Her eyes carefully studying the spider she crippled earlier limping across the wood boards of the Cunningham’s patio. It was making slow but definite progress toward some form of escape and she had to admit, the spider’s determination was inspiring. Before it got too far though, she lifted up her foot and smashed the creature beneath the bottom of her shoe. A sadistic curl formed at the edge of her mouth as she continued to stare at the splatter of the bugs innards.
She was doing anything to keep herself from thinking about what she had just done again. Her skin was still raw from how severely she had scrubbed herself with her pink loofah, her mother still thought she would somehow transform into a girl who loves pink. Still, no matter how much she scrubbed she could still feel the grabby hands of her latest conquest. How eagerly he had felt her up, his hands traveling and groping each part of her. His touch was like poison, but like all the others she cheered him on. Moaning when she was supposed to, guiding him into her. His mouth had tasted like the burrito he had eaten moments earlier. At least this guy feigned a date. Most of them now just texted her when they were out front. Ready to go for a ride? They all seemed to think the double meaning was hilarious and original. It was never either. Each time she went hoping that this time she would actually feel everything she pretended. She went hoping that it wouldn’t leave her feeling so disgusting afterwards.
It didn’t make any sense. Girls feared her, avoided her like she might eat them alive, but Scarlett felt herself drawn to them. Torturing those who were weak or those who were beautiful when she had nothing against them. She told herself that she was an equal opportunity hater, but sometimes those she hated the most she was drawn to. The crooked smile that curved a girls lips just right and the crook of their neck as they bent their head back to laugh. She noticed these tiny things then she used them to destroy someone.
Her face rested in the palm of her hands as she choked back a sob. She had heard it before. Braxton used to use it to try and win a fight, but it usually just ended with Scarlett slapping him. You’re such a dyke. But maybe he wasn’t so wrong.
Scarlett’s head perked up when she heard the familiar sound of the Cunningham car pulling into the driveway. She reached for her phone, her fingers quickly texting Charlie to come to the back. Letting out a sigh, she readjusted her body to diminish her depressive slouch while struggling to run her fingers through her tangled hair.
She didn’t look up as he approached, sitting directly next to her. He could sense something was wrong, she knew, but she could also feel his sarcastic smirk already prepared to laugh off the situation. “Burrito.” She laughed. “He tasted like a burrito. He also was one of those overachievers who thought they had to go for hours even after I was already done.” His loud laugh made her feel immediately better and in her moment of weakness she leaned into him. His arm wrapping around her protecting her from the feelings of filth.
They were silent for a little while. She listened to the sounds within the house behind them. Sara was blasting some shitty Top 40 pop song in her room while the Cunningham parents were preparing dinner. “I thought one day that I’d actually enjoy one of them, but I just haven’t.” Scarlett finally admitted letting out a sigh. She wasn’t sure what she was saying, but letting the truth out already felt like a relief.
“Well, you are gay.” Charlie laughed, his chest lifting as he shrugged. Scarlett pulled away staring at him aghast. “You’re the guy twin. You started staring at girls before Braxton learned about his penis.” This time she was laughing too, as tears spilled down her face that she made no attempt to stop. Somehow even Charlie knew this about her. For someone so stupid, he notice a lot. “I’m gay.” Scarlett said for the first time through a smile and it was as if this curtain was pulled making everything clearer. In that moment she didn’t feel like everything would be forced or as if she had to lie to herself.
“I’m gay.” She repeated, Charlie staring at her with a bored face. He had always figured it out and he was okay with it. Maybe, it wasn’t such a big deal. Maybe, everything would be okay now.