Chapter 2 Raynold fucking Price

She gestured towards the window she had used to crawl in. Becky said nothing, not doubting the seriousness in her tone. She didn't need to see the shovel to know that it was really there. She slowly stood up from the floor and plopped herself on the edge of the bed sighing very dramatically as she blew her nose on a tissue she had been holding. Gianna sighed slowly rising from the floor to sit right beside her.

"Alright, forget the shovel. What happened? Tell me."

"It was Ray."

"Who?" the name ringed a bell somehow, but she couldn't place her finger on it.

"Raynold Price. The guy I've been dating for two months now." She folded her arms below her chest frowning.

"Ooh... that Ray. You mean that ass that keeps treating you like trash despite how much you like him?" Yeah she knew who Ray was.

One day Becky had shown up blushing like a bright red tomato, gushing about her new boyfriend Raynold Price, whom she hadn't even known her best friend was practically in love with. Initially she was skeptical about the guy from his rep in school but she wanted to be the supportive best friend and she had never seen Becky smile so brightly in a long time.

He was a terrible boyfriend: standing her up on dates, giving countless excuses for not picking her up for school, not showing up for her birthday last month and cancelling on more than enough planned dates. Before long she had already concluded that Raynold price was a complete and utter douche bag, the king of douche bags even; she never understood what Becky saw in him, her friend deserved way better.

"What did he do this time?" he was always doing something to hurt her and her patience was already running thin at that point.

"He broke up with me" more tears spilled from her eyes

"What! Why?!"

"He sent a text saying I wasn't his type anymore then blocked me."

"That son of a bitch..."

"He didn't even have the courage to say it to my face. I feel so stupid. I can't believe I ever liked a guy like that," she broke down into more tears curling into a ball.

Gianna held unto her, patting her back again. Raynold fucking price, the asshole for some reason had thought he had the right to break up with Becky via text and his reason was even more insane than his attitude. She knew it as well as most of the student body population at Gregory high that Becky was hot; if she wasn't his type then he was either gay or he was fucking someone else.

Her blood boiled just thinking about the fact he had played with Becky like she was nothing , sweet Becky that wouldn't even harm a fly. Maybe because he thought she was just too sweet that he felt it would have been okay, that he would have successfully gotten away with it.

"Fuck that asshole Bee, he isn't worth it."

"I know, it just hurts so bad. I mean I tried to be the perfect girlfriend, I didn't ask for much, I didn't nag too much even when I was well in the right to affront his hairy ass," she blew on her tissue aggressively and sniffled again,

"Worse part is I gave him so much of myself thinking maybe he'd finally treat me like a person. Maybe I'm just not pretty enough."

"No way, don't do that. Don't feel sorry for yourself. He's the ass for using you and treating you like trash, you did nothing wrong don't you ever feel like you did, okay?"

Becky sobbed some more resting her head on Gianna's thigh, occasionally wiping her leaking nose and her wet eyes on her shorts. Gianna consoled her unbothered by it; patting on her back with a slow rhythm till the weeping girl finally fell asleep