Page 7 of The Final Straw

Why the hell is that cunt doing this to Olivia? To me? How could the two of them ever be friends? They’re total opposites.

Olivia! I need to talk to Olivia.

Sitting up, I try again, with the same results. Barbi didn’t have to tell me and I didn’t need to ask. I know she sent the video, and that’s why my girl isn’t picking up. She thinks I cheated.

Over and over, I call for two days with the same response. Nothing.

It’s been two days of radio silence. I’ve just ended another call when my phone vibrates and Olivia’s name pops up.

Olivia- Van stop calling me!

Me–Baby I need to explain. Please pick up the phone and talk to me.

Olivia- Baby, that’s funny. Is that what you call all your girls so you don’t confuse them?

Me- Olivia please call me and talk to me. It’s not what you think.

Olivia- I think the video told me everything I needed to know. We’re over Van. Don’t try to contact me again.

No, no, no, she can’t mean that. I try to call her, but the phone goes straight to voicemail. Switching over to the messages, I try to plead with her again to talk to me.

Me- Olivia please. Let me explain. Barbi fucking drugged me. I didn’t do anything.

MESSAGE FAILED

What? I hit the phone icon to call her again.

“The caller you are trying to call has blocked your number,” the robotic voice says through the phone.

She blocked me.

Before I know what I’m doing, the phone flies across the room, crashing into the wall.

Chapter 3

Olivia

Lying in my bed wearing nothing but a sports bra and panties, I cry. I can’t believe this happened. I’ve been home a few days and still can’t wrap my head around the fact that Barbi and Van did this to me. Barbi was supposed to be my best friend, but her text and video clarified that our friendship was one-sided.

Then there’s Van. Fuck him. I thought we were forever. I was going to ask him to move in with me when I got back. He’s been hinting at getting engaged; leaving ring catalogs around and asking about buying a house together. Then he goes and sleeps with Barbi?

Why even lead me on like that?

Just thinking about it has me fuming. I’m hurt, don’t get me wrong, but I’m also pissed the hell off. Barbi’s always been a flirty, touchy-feely girl, even in high school, but I let it go because her mom never paid her much attention. She barely associated with her dad. Hell, I’ve never met or even seen a picture of him. He moved and remarried a man and Barbi didn’t approve of it. Apparently, having a bi-sexual dad is bad for her image. So I always just chalked up her behavior as attention-seeking.

Never did I think it would go this far, that she could be this cruel. This was the last fucking straw with her; she’s gone too far. I swear if I see her anytime soon, I’m going to rip her apart. I’ve never been one to lay hands on someone else, but this was unforgivable. Nothing would make me happier than to slap her smug face.

My phone rings, snapping me out of my inner rage. Grabbing it off the comforter, I look at the caller ID. It’s my girl, Bre. “Hello?”

“Hey, girl, you wanna go out tonight?” she asks and I can already hear her excitement.

“I don’t know, Bre, you know this whole thing with Van and Barbi has me a mess. I’m not in the mood to go out,” I tell her, looking in the mirror across the room.

I look like a fucking disaster.

“Yeah. Fuck that cunt and fuck Van, too. Let’s go get drunk and dance the night away. Forget about them. They don’t deserve you.”

I laugh. Bre has never liked Barbi. I thought when I met her a few months ago, we’d be like the three Musketeers, but Bre and Barbi volleyed insults back and forth the entire night we tried to go out together. Since then, I’ve never been out with both of them together.

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