all started a sixteen months ago, when my friends started treating me differently just because I didn't have a boyfriend. The parties they would attend, the clubbing they would go to, wherever I went I was left out all alone. Boys doesn't excite me, never has, never will but my friends just won't understand.
So, before they started calling me gay, I told them a huge lie, that I have a boyfriend. He's hot, he's in college, he's rich, he's fun loving, everything about him was exactly like a girl dreams about in guys.
It went well with my chain of long made up stuff about my imaginary boyfriend for a while; a couple of weeks to be precise. But now, they were starting to see through my lies.
My friend, Al challenged me to bring my boyfriend. She started saying things like, "You and your boyfriend seems to be so fake. If you really have a boyfriend and if he's really that great, why hasn't anybody seen him yet?"
I was caught off-guard, we fought a lot upon this... and finally, since I had no evidence to prove my lies as my truth, my friends became my nightmare. Entire highschool started making fun of me. People started calling me a liar, a gay and other names.
I thought everything will settle down after a couple of weeks but, it didn't. Infact, it got even more worse. Somebody spread a rumour about me that I was looking for a boyfriend... and that I was a slut.
That rumour was the worse of all. The way boys at school would look at me, talk to me, touch me inappropriately, without my consent.
I NEEDED TO PROVE THAT I REALLY HAD A BOYFRIEND.
the following book is a very long time now and I am not doing anything else in the middle of the day after tomorrow morning and am ready to be a good girl and
all started a sixteen months ago, when my friends started treating me differently just because I didn't have a boyfriend. The parties they would attend, the clubbing they would go to, wherever I went I was left out all alone. Boys doesn't excite me, never has, never will but my friends just won't understand.
So, before they started calling me gay, I told them a huge lie, that I have a boyfriend. He's hot, he's in college, he's rich, he's fun loving, everything about him was exactly like a girl dreams about in guys.
It went well with my chain of long made up stuff about my imaginary boyfriend for a while; a couple of weeks to be precise. But now, they were starting to see through my lies.
My friend, Al challenged me to bring my boyfriend. She started saying things like, "You and your boyfriend seems to be so fake. If you really have a boyfriend and if he's really that great, why hasn't anybody seen him yet?"
I was caught off-guard, we fought a lot upon this... and finally, since I had no evidence to prove my lies as my truth, my friends became my nightmare. Entire highschool started making fun of me. People started calling me a liar, a gay and other names.
I thought everything will settle down after a couple of weeks but, it didn't. Infact, it got even more worse. Somebody spread a rumour about me that I was looking for a boyfriend... and that I was a slut.
That rumour was the worse of all. The way boys at school would look at me, talk to me, touch me inappropriately, without my consent.
I NEEDED TO PROVE THAT I REALLY HAD A BOYFRIEND.
