Loser
Chapter 7 "The Fight"
A.N: Thanks for all of the reviews from Charmed Fanatic, Charmed Writer, CharmingTess, wAnNaBpIpEr, line, Hallie and Kangaroo to name a few and a huge thanks to everyone else too, but there just to many people to name then all.
Kangaroo: No, Piper really isn't based on me, some of her emotions are, but some of Prue's are too, I can relate to parts of both of them.
A/N: Here we go:
"Piper, Aaron's giving me a ride to school today, so you have to take the bus" Prue said to me one morning, a week after she showed me her diary. I just nodded silently, my mouth full of cereal as we ate breakfast that morning. After what I learned about Prue, you'd think things would be different between us, that we'd be…closer some how. But we're not. At all. I think that Prue wishes that she never told me. She doesn't talk about it at all, with me or Phoebe and now she seems even more distant, if that's possible. At least Phoebe isn't getting teased any more, when ever she gets made fun of for being my sister she just reminds people that her other sister is Prue, which, apparently is very impressive. At least that's what people think who don't have to live with her.
As I walk out the door that morning to walk to the bus stop, I see Bree walking towards me. "Hi" she says casually, even though we haven't talked in about a week. "Um, hi" I answer, surprised and happy to see her. I guess she doesn't hate me after all. "Hunter's busy and can't give me a ride to school, can Prue take me?" Bree asked. I shrugged "Sure, I guess" I answered, determined to make Prue. If this was the only chance I'd get to talk to Bree, then Prue better take us.
I walked back in the house with Bree and convinced Prue to let Bree and I go with her and Aaron. Soon, Aaron's red convertible rolled up and we all walked outside to meet him. "Hey, Prue, who's your hot friend?" Aaron asked, looking Bree up and down. Bree giggled and introduced herself. Prue rolled her eyes and laughed "Don't flirt with Piper's friends" she chided and they climbed in the front seat, while Bree and I sat in the back. Aaron didn't even acknowledge my presence, which, I guess, is a step up from the mean things he usually says to me.
"Hey, Prue, can I get a ride after school too?" Bree asked when we were about half way to school. "Sorry, I have cheerleading until 5" Prue answered. "And I might take even longer because tryouts are at the end of the week and this year, I get to help pick the new girls" Prue beamed proudly. "Maybe I should try out" Bree said, "I mean, I was on the varsity squad back in New York" "I didn't know you were a cheerleader" Prue exclaimed, turning around in her seat to talk to Bree.
I sat back in my seat and zoned out, Prue and Bree talked about cheerleading the rest of the way to school and neither of them said another word to me until we got there. Then all Prue did was say bye and Bree gave me an apologetic glance, realizing she'd more or less ignored me the entire trip. "That's okay" I told her, grabbing my backpack and getting out of Aaron's car before she even had a chance to apologize. I really wasn't that mad anyway, it's nice that Prue and Bree have something in common, then maybe Prue could take both of us to school more often.
The school day flew by and soon it was after school again, I had started taking the bus home now, so I don't have to wait for Prue after cheerleading since it seems like lately every other day we're in a fight anyways. After I got home, I stated to do my homework since Phoebe was at a friend's house and Prue wasn't home yet because I had no one else to talk to and nothing better to do. It seems like the story of my life.
"I'm home!" Prue called up stairs a few hours later. "Okay Prue" I called back, putting my book away and walking downstairs to talk to her, even if she was in a bad mood it was still better than not talking to anyone. "How was cheerleading?" I asked, not really caring but realizing we had absolutely nothing else to talk about. "It was fun, you should try out" Prue said, and laughed as my mouth dropped open. "Me? Be a cheerleader?" I asked incredulously. "Well, sure, its instant popularity, why not?" Prue asked and I shook my head firmly, "No way Prue, I'd never make the squad and everyone would just make more fun of me" Prue was about to answer, but the phoebe rang, cutting her off.
I picked it up, hoping it was Bree "Hello?" I asked. "Oh, um hi Piper" Bree said from the other end. Prue raised an eyebrow and I covered the mouthpiece and whispered "it's Bree" Prue shrugged and started to walk away. "So, Bree, what's up?" I asked, happy that she called; maybe our friendship wasn't as over as I though it was going to be. "Well, actually I called to talk to Prue" Bree said, "Is she home?" She wants to talk to Prue? "Yeah, hold on" I answered, trying not to burst into tears right there as I walked in to the living room and handed the phone to Prue.
"Oh hi Bree" Prue said lightly, "Sure, I'd be happy to show you some cheerleading moves before tryouts" I stood there and glared at Prue as she talked to Bree. How could Bree do this to me? And how could Prue take my best friend away? My only friend? After a few minutes Prue rolled her eyes at me and told Bree to hold on. "Piper, don't pout" Prue snapped at me "You're not the only one who can be friends with Bree, and it's just one phone call anyway, you're such a baby." I wiped away the tears that were starting to stream down my face and balled my fists at my sides, why does Prue always have to be so mean? I know it won't just be one phone call, because when ever anyone meets Prue they always want to hang out with her, she's the fun popular sister, why would Bree want to be seen with me if she could have a friend like Prue? I can't believe Prue took away my only friend, "GO TO HELL PRUE!" I screamed at her and ran upstairs; slamming my door being me so hard that the windows shook before I collapsed onto my bed in tears. Prue already has so many friends, why does she have to take away my only one?
A few minutes later I heard Prue stomp up the stairs after me and throw my door open "Piper, what the hell is your problem?" she yelled. I rolled onto my back and glared at her "You" I answered. "You, Prue you act like you're my friend when were just home here and the second any of your popular friends come around, you turn into this two-faced bitch and I'm sick and tired of your bullshit. I hate you, I don't care if you used to be a loser, because you're popular now, what did you think? That showing me that diary entry was going to make me feel sorry for you so I'd still let you treat me like dirt? Well, too bad if you got made fun of, like, three years ago, I get made fun of every day. Do you understand that Prue? Every day. And how dare you tell me not to 'pout' or not to 'be a baby', you have no idea what its like to be me and you know what? I don't give a fuck what you think." I screamed at her. Prue eyes widened. I had never so much as told her to shut up before; I don't know what came over me. I've never said anything that mean to anyone, but I don't care. I'm beyond caring and I meant every word I said.
"You know if you said even half of the things to Kelley and her bitch friends that you just said to me, they'd never make fun of you again" Prue said. What? I just cussed her out and she's not even mad? "Did you even listen to a word I just said?" I snapped. "Yes, and it's about damn time you learned to stand up for yourself, but it's not like I haven't been cussed out before, Phoebe and I have those kind of fights all the time." Prue said with a shrug. "But I mean it, Prue" I told her, why doesn't she get it, this isn't just a little fight, "I hate you Prue I. Hate. You." Prue cringed, apparently she understands now, "Don't be a bitch Piper" Prue said, "You want to fight? Fine, we'll fight. I hate you too, because you're such a loser. And no, you're not hearing it behind your back; I'm saying it to your face. You, Piper are a loser, and I am embarrassed to be related to you sometimes. And it's not because you have only one friend or you spend all your time reading or the thousand other things you've decided to blame it on. I hate you because you spend your whole life whining and feeling sorry for yourself that people make fun of you, well, tough, stand up to them. Do I have to spell it out? People like Kelley only pick on people like you because they can, grow a fucking backbone already and fight back. I did, and Phoebe's doing it, so what's your problem? If you want popularity go make it happen don't just be jealous of those who did" Prue said sounding disgusted and walked out, closing my door behind her.
I sat there in stunned silence, I wasn't mad about what Prue said, or really hurt anymore either. But her words just kept repeating themselves in my head 'If you want popularity go make it happen…people like Kelley pick on you because they can…' And I realized she was right. I could waste my whole life waiting to be noticed, or I could go make myself get noticed. I got up and walked numbly downstairs, it wasn't confidence I felt, rather the mask that confidence hides behind, it was numb and shock and just not feeling or caring anymore, about anything, "Prue?" I asked "When are cheerleading try outs? I think I will tryout."
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