The Whole World Calls Me Bitch

What are you doing here. I did nothing wrong But my best friend Sophia Vance calls me a bitch My loving boyfriend Julian Whitmore does too Even my mentor Mrs Carraway It hurts It drives me crazy. It breaks me. And now I finally know why. I swear you're all going to pay. for Sophia's 22nd birthday; her family rents out an entire beach club. Thank you for planning such an amazing birthday party for me, Charlotte. I hope we will be best friends forever. Of course, best friends forever. Sophia's boyfriend, Derek, stood at the edge of the stage and smiled at me. Go up in a sec; let Derek speak first, then you go. Sure. I'm gonna hype you up. Sophia is the best girl I've ever met, even if some of her friends are kind of sketchy. Charlotte. come on up. I'm about to say how amazing Sophia is, but Sophia suddenly came up. Everyone here needs to hear thisCharlotte Hayes, my socalled best friend. I trust her to run my party. I buy her the newest phone. I treat her like my own damn sister. This bitch, she tried to steal my boyfriend! I freeze, Sophia. Are you kidding me? You think I'm kidding? Get out or I'm dialing 911. Sophia, refusing to look at me, yelling into the mic. Did I do something wrong? If so, I'll apologize. just tell me Sophia glared at me menacing. ly drop the act you disgusting bitch security drag her out never want to see your face again. Just yesterday, we were lying in the same bed talking about our whole lives We've only been apart for three hours How did this happen?

I don't know what I did, and you won't even tell me. I'm sorry, I really am, but it's your birthday. Please don't make me leave. You said I'm your best friend, your only host. If I go, what are you gonna do? Sophia walked right up to me and tugged on the ribbon of my dress. Take it off! Anyone can do this, Charlotte. It doesn't have to be you. Get the hell out! I don't have time for your drama; you're ruining my party, bitch. I clutched my clothes tightly to keep from exposing myself. I opened my backpack. This is a watercolor portrait of the two of us that I spent several allnighters painting and framing by hand. Happy birthday. I'll change out of your dress and return it. I stayed up for nights painting this, my fingers covered in blisters. You said you loved that old beach photo of us, so I... Get out! I go back to the room, take off the dress, texting Sophia. I'm still at the hotel. Call me if you need anything. Red exclamation mark. The message fails. She blocks me. Before I can even process what happened, Sophia orders security to throw me out. Who are you? Get out! Hello Mrs. Charlotte. By order of Miss Sophia, you must leave here immediately. I. 'm not letting this go until I know what the hell happened. The call connects, Derek goes off on me immediately. Hey, Derek. Charlotte, you sick bitch, you got the nerve to call me? Piss off! I really want to know, what did I even do?

I dodged the security guards and ran to Sophie's door. My hand was shaking as I knocked. The door opened, and the look of disgust on her face broke my heart more than any harsh words she could have said. "I don't know what's going on, Sophia, but I just want my best girl back. " "You're pretty, Charlotte; the whole school knows it. " "But you're that kind of bitch. Just because you're pretty, you think every guy should be into you? " "Every time you stood next to Derek, you really thought I didn't see the way you looked at him? ". You're hooking up with him and playing the innocent victim. I am not. Save it. You think I'm an idiot? Get out! Go flirt with whoever you want, but keep your hands off my man. A few hours ago, I was still her best friend. What on earth happened? If you did nothing wrong, that is on her. Let it go. Just come back. We'll grab dinner tonight, and I'll help you chill out. Deep down, I keep hoping Sophia will text me, but Sophia never texts me—not even after the party ends.