Dig

by L.A. Ferro

"You know, I wasn’t trying to be mean earlier. It’s just you’re more suited for a guy like Logan. I just don’t want to see you get hurt." Wow, and there it is. The truth bomb. She doesn’t think I could land a guy like Holden, or if I did, I couldn’t keep his attention. Her eyes said what her mouth didn’t: I’m not pretty enough. Such a fucking bitch. I know I’m not a ten, but damn. At least one thing is going my way tonight. Kyla pulls into my driveway, making what I’m about to say all the more convenient for me. I know I should bite my tongue, but I don't. "Kyla, look. I know we’ve never been best friends, but that was just cruel. I’m not sure if you’re intentionally being a bitch or just that dense, and you didn’t think I’d pick up on your snide undertones. Either way, while I’m in the season of taking inventory of the people I care to keep around in my life, unfortunately, you didn’t make the cut."