<br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Jenna Smith<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Deadpool hoodie, white t shirt, jeans<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Old Lady Margaery’s - Upstairs, then Running Back to Outside<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Underage Drinking<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Benny, Open<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/Jenna6546.JPG)</div><em>"Aaron's not here, Jenna. He's off trying to be friends with the cool kids. Y'know, like how you tried?"</em><br/><br/>Jenna, she couldn't believe it. She never saw it, before, the anger in Benny's eyes. She never knew really, before, why Benny stopping hanging out, with her. But now, she knew. He felt betrayed by her, so strange? She never hurt him, she didn't understand him being mad. But, he was was betrayed, and mad, Jenna couldn't help, but for seeing it.<br/><br/>And, being friends with cool kids? What the fuck? That's not why ever she dated Scott Peters, from the football team, at all. It never was about being popular, or cool. Always, in school, she felt invisible. Always forgotted, that was her. Only once before, when she went to formal dance with Aaron, did she feel special. But Aaron never kissed her that night, or said he liked her, or called her, after. Scott, he made her feel special like that, again, for the few weeks they 'dated'.<br/><br/>And, always the worst part, of the awful video Scott made, and sent to his friends? It wasn't her, only wearing the tiny panties and sucking his cock. It wasn't her saying naughty things, or him saying things even more naughty. Or her, even swallowing his cum, some of it dripping down her chin. It was after, her brushing hair out of her face, smiling and saying she loved him. That was worst, the last ten seconds, she wished they weren't in video. That was most humiliating, being the dummy, for Scott.<br/><br/><em>"Y'know, you'd think he would have learned those normies can't be trusted after what happened to you, right? But you've learned, right?"</em><br/><br/><strong>"Yes, you're right,"</strong>Jenna said. She felt her face burn, and tears filling her eyes. But, she wasn't giving Benny satisfaction, of watching her cry.<strong>"I learned. I hope Aaron doesn't learn, like I do. And, you know what else, I learn?"</strong>She pointed her finger at Benny, stabbing it, very angry, in his face.<strong>"Knowing, who your real friends are, who have your back always. And who's fake, who worries about normies and what other people think, of them. I hope Aaron learns that, too."</strong><br/><br/>Jenna spun around, she ran down the stairs. It felt though, like the creaky old boards, they wobbled under her. On the last step, she tripped forward, and fell flat, on her face, eating dusty floorboards. She felt the little trickle, of blood, drip from her nose. But the snickers she heard, that hurt more.<br/><br/>Jenna picked herself up, she ran outside. There were trees, back to side of where Naomi's band played. She sat under the big twisted elm. hunched in little ball, by herself away from everyone. And, only then she let herself cry.