“Fuck you,” I spat back at Milo. Clearly, you’re just mocking me by wishing me a happy birthday, you asshole.
“Wow,” Milo said. “Another year older and you’re still as immature as ever.” I finally turned around and looked at Milo, sitting on the steps in front of my house like he lived there or something.
“Nah, I just see through the bullshit,” I answered back, crossing my arms along my chest. “What are you even doing here anyway?”
“If my dad and Jennifer didn’t make me come here, I wouldn’t be here,” Milo answered, now looking down at his phone. “I have better things to do than to spend the day here with the person who stabbed me in the back.”
“Still listening to mommy and daddy?” I mocked, knowing that this would get under his skin. I wanted nothing more than for him to leave my house. I didn’t want someone as self-centered and thick-skulled as Milo here anyway. Milo looked up at me.
“Jennifer is not my mom, asshole,” Milo spat back. “You of all people should be a little sensitive to throw that word around, Miss ‘my-real-dad-didn’t-even-bother-coming-to-my-birthday-party’.”
“At least my real mom is not dead,” I spat back, not caring about Milo’s feelings anymore. For him to stoop so low just because he doesn’t like Aaron made me realize just how much of a horrible friend he really was all this time. Milo stood up, clearly angry now.
“Maybe you and Aaron are meant to be,” Milo began to say. “You’re just as much an asshole as him; probably even more than him, which says a lot.”
“Not as much of an asshole like you,” I said as I walked closer to Milo. I wasn’t going to let him have the last word; I didn’t do anything wrong. “You’re seriously mad that I’m dating someone you don’t like, yet you went ahead and have this huge fucking crush on Sophie.”
“Sophie never did anything to you!” Milo yelled out. “And don’t give me that sad excuse that she was Laurie’s friend, because she’s not even friends with her anymore.” I was growing even more angry at Milo. He wasn’t understanding the true reason I was mad at him. I didn’t care about him liking Sophie anymore; I got over that shit when I knew it was a losing battle. It was the fact that once Sophie came along, I didn’t exist to him anymore. He used to actually be my best friend. He was aware of the things that would hurt my feelings and never used anything sensitive against me. The worst thing about your best friend being something you have known your whole life is that you never think they will turn on you until they do. Milo was so quick to turn against me because I was with someone he didn’t like.
“Are you fucking stupid or something?” I yelled back at Milo. “What is it gonna take to get through your thick-fucking-skull that this isn’t about you and Sophie liking each other! I don’t care about that!”
“Then why would you not tell me you were dating Aaron?” Milo asked. “If you knew it wasn’t going to be a problem, you would’ve told me. You used to tell me everything, Mollie.”
“I didn’t tell you because no matter what, I know you’d react this way. You want everyone to understand what you do, but let someone else do something you don’t approve, and now you’re threatening ending friendships with people you knew your entire life.” I knew Milo well enough to know how his brain operated. He wanted everyone to understand his point of view without acknowledging his actions hurt the people around him, and the fact that Milo willingly fell for a girl that used to tolerate Laurie’s shitty behavior towards other people. He allowed Sophie to get close to him to the point he forgot about his best friend.
No matter how many crushes I had on boys, I would never leave my best friend in the dark.
“That’s not true,” Milo spat back. “This isn’t about anything else besides the fact that you knew how much Aaron has fucked up the first couple of months of high school for no valid reason besides the fact he’s a bully. Yet, you chose to go out with him, knowing that our friendship would have problems–“
“How about asking me hoe he makes me feel?” I spat out, now tired of hearing Milo talk in circles. “You keep saying how I should know how you feel, but have you even asked me how he makes me feel?” Milo doesn’t say anything back, but I could tell that he knew I was right.
“I can’t imagine him even being worth getting our friendship damaged,” Milo said, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. I was tired of Milo putting this on me as if it’s my fault we aren’t on talking terms. It bothered me that no matter what I told Milo about Aaron, he will forever think that I did this because I wanted to piss him off. Why would I ever want to piss off the one person who’s been my best friend since… forever? Why would my best friend even think I was capable of doing that anyway?
“Aaron was my friend first before we started dating,” I started to say. “He actually wanted to hang out with me and talk to me whenever we saw each other in the hallways at school. He didn’t just come into my life because I wanted to piss you off or some shit. He came into my life because, at one point, he was being a better friend than you were being to me.” I wanted nothing more for Milo to understand where I was coming from. I wanted him to finally see my side of the story and to hear me out. This was the most I was willing to give Milo in the weeks we’ve been fighting, because quite frankly; I don’t want to continue fighting with Milo. I want Milo to be happy for me; after all the boys that broke my heart in the past, Aaron actually makes me feel good about myself. I thought best friends were supposed to support each other as long as their best friend was happy.
“You got to be kidding me,” Milo responded. He started to laugh as he shook his head before looking back at me. “That boy fooled you, Mol. He put up a front and you fell for it. I thought you were smarter than that.” Milo finally gets up and walks toward me. “Now I’m going to have to pick up the pieces when he breaks your heart, because Aaron is just that type of guy.”
I couldn’t put the wrds together to explain how I felt in that moment. Even after telling him everything, he still believes that he’s not in the wrong. That boy fooled you, Mol. Thats all I can hear roaming through my mind. Milo wasn’t really my best friend, and I just had to accept that he really didn’t consider me as his anymore.
“I hope your dad and Jennifer get a fucking divorce so I don’t ever have to see your dumb face again.” I spat at Milo before walking back towards the front door of the house. That’s all I can say because I meant it. I fucking hate the fact that Milo is someone i will forever see just because his dad and my sister are married. I hated Milo; he’s not the person I once knew. That boy fooled you, Mol. Yeah, you did.
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