Welcome, I'm Miya Morees. I'm 16 years old, and I keep to myself most of the time. Let me break down my life for you quickly. My mom's a drunk, and my dad cheats on her whenever he gets the chance. My older brother is taking a year off from College to sit at home and get high. And I sit back and ignore everything bad in my life, while hoping everything will get better (it doesn't). Hell would freeze over before my family learned to love one another, but that's enough of that; let's get to the real story.
So, as you know, I keep to myself mostly, but I have a secret. I'm sleeping with the most popular girl in my school, hear me out. I know it sounds ridiculous, and yes, she does have a boyfriend, but I'm in love with her. Love makes you do crazy things; it sure made me. Rebecca James, 17 years old, is the cheer captain, my secret lover. If anything, she is the last person keeping me sane; without her, I would go crazy like the rest of my family. She doesn't feel the same way, of course; she wouldn't. We are two different people. To her, we are just a fling that will eventually end. It makes me want to rip my heart out when I think about it.
As always on Wednesdays, we snuck off to the bleachers to make out after lunch. I was so happy to have her in my arms after that long week; being with her was sometimes like therapy. When I got to the bleachers, she was already there waiting for me. I walked up to her, and immediately, without saying anything, her tongue was in my mouth, and her hand was in my pants. Things got hot, and our clothes were on the ground. After 2 minutes of me on top of her, her boyfriend called. I just sat there while she told him she loved him and that she was in the bathroom and would be back soon. It made me so angry, not that she didn't love me, but that she was playing with him, as much as I wanted her, I still felt guilty. But I just kept my mouth shut; I was just her toy.
I had no say in her love life. But when she hung up, she could tell that I was pissed. She looked at me with a smirk and said in a bitchy tone, "Are you jealous?". I didn't say anything, I just sat there avoiding eye contact. She started to laugh and told me that I was just here to use when she got bored and that she would never have feelings for me. That pissed me off, so I hopped off her lap, put my clothes back on, and grabbed my stuff. I then turned around and said. Find someone else to get you off, then I'm done. She got up and got in my face, still in her bra and underwear, looked me in the eyes with an angry face, and said Fine, but I'm better than anyone you can ever get with. When she said that, I couldn't do anything but walk away. I knew she was a bitch, but I never knew how much of a bitch she was, not till she showed me herself.