So this was for my inglsih class. My teacher told us to write in second person and this is the very first story I have ever make in this kind of writting so, let me know what you think :D
She is hurting you again. Come on, you know her, everyone knows her. She is mean and she likes to see you down. I think she likes to see everyone down but that is not the important subject. The important thing right now it´s you and your stupidity. How many times everyone told you she was bad? Do you like to be used and to suffer because of that?
Now you are in the middle of the stage with your cheek red and her with her hand pounding. I think I was able to hear the crash of her hand against your face. It must have hurt you, it must hurt you still. I gasped like everyone else but not because of her action. Everyone knows her, don´t you remember? We gasped in shock because of what you said after that. I didn´t know that you were aware of a secret of that magnitude but you made a good result with it.
"You know what?" you said out of your mind. I loved to see you without that smile. That stupid smile you always gave her and Brittany. "I´m sick of this, I´m sick of being your beards and I´m sick of you. If you want to be with Britt so much; why don´t you just ask her out?"
That were the sweetest word I have ever heard. You broke her. Literally, she ran out of the stage in tears and you just stood there with your hand covering your mouth and your eyes opened so much I think they were about to fall out. But she was hurting you; she was making you feel bad and sad. She deserves it for being so mean to everyone. Right? … Right?