#Chapter112
Meet my friends, he had said.
They're nice, he had said.
You'll like them, he had said.
Well, it turned out that he was fucking wrong. I didn't like his friends. I didn't like them one little bit. They were assholes. Every last one of them. I hoped they choked on the stupid fucking cherries in their stupid fucking drinks and dropped fucking dead!
Dana was a bitch. She was a uniform and pom-poms away from being a mega high-school bitch. She had the Barbie blonde ringlets and the gutter-worthy attitude to go with it, and Umar was an over-privileged little slimeball, and though smiled and spoke with politeness and charm, I could feel the way that he was looking down his fucking nose at me. Just being in their presence, they tried to make me feel like I was beneath them. I wasn't sure if it was deliberate, but going off their preppy fucking personas, it wouldn't have surpirsed me if it was.
