Lol but not really.
For the last couple of months, I’ve been working and settling into my new apartment with Tim and Olivia.
God it was the best thing I’ve ever done!
The day I moved out Sophie was out shopping, so I packed everything up, brought them down to the giant taxi I’d ordered and just as I grabbed the last bag from the sitting room, in she walked.
Noticing that nearly everything in the apartment was missing (she’s very observant) she said, “Uhm what’s going on?”
“Oh nothing much,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. “I’m just moving out.”
Her mouth dropped open.
I’ve never seen that happen in real life before.
“Yeah, so here you go,” I said, with a smug smile, and dropped my keys into her hand. “Enjoy.”
“Eh no, you can’t just move out and take all the stuff,” she shrieked at me. “That’s stealing.”
“It’s not stealing when all the stuff belonged to me,” I said.
“Omg, no you have no right. Once you bring them into the apartment, they become the property of all the tenants,” she said folding her arms.
I turned around.
“Wait, you knew you were using my stuff the whole time? You didn’t think it came with the apartment?” I asked, shocked. “So when you were using all my stuff and not cleaning it or even sharing it, you knew it was mine and just thought it was your right and privilage?”
“I pay rent,” she said.
“Actually your parents pay rent,” I spat. “I also pay rent AND I put MY money into all the stuff you’ve just used ….oh and broken and not replaced.”
“I live here,” she pouted.
“Yeah well now you live here alone, so we’ll see how you get on without my stuff,” I said. “Oh and are you a complete idiot, Sophie? We lived together, we weren’t married, so how the hell do you have joint ownership of each others’ stuff!?”
“You’re so sad,” she shot back. “You’re just jealous because I’m way hotter than you, and boys don’t even ACKNOWLEDGE you. You’re desperate and such a loser! This is just because you’re sulking over the guy next door!”
I looked at her.
“You’re a pathetic,” I said, looking her straight in the eye. “And yes, you’re right, I am a loser …but not because I’m not attractive. I’m a loser for ever thinking you were a friend or worth my friendship and loyalty.”
Man that felt good.
I tried to be her friend, I really did.
But I was kidding myself.
I was just flattered that someone as pretty and popular as her took an interest in me, and ignored the fact that it was because I was the Fat-n-Ugly Friend that made her look good, and was the loyal dog she could kick around without worrying I’d leave her.
Skipping down the steps, with a smile on my face due to my new-found backbone, I bumped into Hot Boy Next Door ….well Ex-Hot Boy Next Door.
“Uhm hi,” he said eyeing the bag in my hand. “Going somewhere?”
Standing up straight and lifting my chin haughtily, I replied, “Yes, to my new apartment”.
He looked shocked. “You’re moving?”
“Yes I am,” I said. “I’ve outgrown this place ….and its people,” and with that I walked down the stairs, out of the building and away from the old me….