Unabated Understatement Of The Century-RYAN ROSS

"I hate Biology." I sighed, throwing my pencil down and slamming the textbook.
So much for homework tonight...
"Hey, Missa, you wanna come get something to eat with us?" Brendon asked, sticking his head in my bedroom.
"Yeah, I`ll be down in a minute."
I looked around my room, grabbing my hoodie and throwing it on, then running down the stairs to catch up with Ryan and Brendon.
"Shotgun!" Ryan yelled, running outside to grab the front seat.
Brendon looked at me and half smiled, he knew I hated the backseat.
"Whatever."I shrugged, climbing in.

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"No one told me your girlfriends' would be here." I whined said to Brendon, looking at Brittney and Ashlee.
"They're always with us, you should've known."
"Take me home."
"Later, i`m hungry, just come sit down."
He tugged on my hoodie, dragging me to the table. They were all grouped together, leaving me sitting at the end of the table alone. The whole night was filled with giggling, making out, and me stabbing at my food angrily.
"Hey Brendon, let's go play games." Ryan said, jerking Brendon into the next room.
"I have to use the restroom, i`ll be right back." Brittney stated, standing up and walking away.
Immediately Ashlee`s gaze was set upon me.
"So, I heard you and Ryan were pretty good friends."
"Yeah, I guess you could say that." I replied,fake smiling.
"I don't like the way you look at my boyfriend, Missa.It makes me think you like him."
"I don't like Ryan."
"Why are you lying to me?" Her high pitched voice sqeauked.
"I have no reason to lie to you, Ashlee."
"Whatever, bitch."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, stop being a slut and stay away from my man." Ashlee said in a venemous tone.
"Yeah, says the whore to the virgin." I scoffed.
"What did you say to me?"
"You heard me. Want me to repeat it?"
She flipped her long, fake blonde hair around her shoulders.
"Yeah, bitch."
"I said 'Says the whore to the virgin.'"
"I`m not the whore, obviously."
"Right. What about last year? Did all seven of the guys in your pants not count?" I spat.
"I've been to church since then."
"Whatever, Ashlee, you're pathetic."
"Bitch." She yelled, standing up.
"Whore." I yelled back, walking towards her to say it inches away from her face.
"Stay the hell away from my boyfriend, two-timing hoebag."
I laughed as she shoved me.
"Watch it skank, you might wrinkle your designer skirt."
"What the hell is going on here?" Ryan yelled, pulling us apart and accidently knocking both of us to the ground as he did.
He helped Ashlee up, but left me to get up myself.
Immediately the bitch she started fake-crying and pulled Ryan into a hug, so she could wink at me.
"Ryry, she started calling me a bitch and all these hurtful things for no reason, I think she's jealous."
"Is this true?" Ryan said, as calmly as he could.
"Half true."I mumbled, dusting dirt off of my pants.
"You know what Missa?" Ryan started. "Stop being a jealous bitch and leave my girlfriend alone."
He glared at me, then grabbed Ashlee's hand and walked out.
I sighed, then turned back to my seat, and sat down to finish eating.
Alone.

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I did everything alone that week, even Ryan brainwashed Alex and Spencer to stop talking to me. Brendon didn't pay any less or more attention to me then usual.
For the seventh time, I sat in my room, watching Ryan and his girlfriend invade my pool in the backyard.
It was disgusting.
But I guess that went without saying.
I`d asked Brendon countless times to not let Ashlee come over, but everytime was the same response:
"You shouldn't have been a bitch to her."
Maybe the whole world is out to ruin my life. If they are, it's working.
Finally, I couldn't hold it in anymore, and I went to the only person that could possibly understand.
My mom.
"....I just don't understand how someone can pick their girlfriend over their friend."I finished, after three hours of explaining and crying.
"Sweetie, i`ve always known you've liked George, but I had no idea it was to this extent."
I sniffled.
"I just don't know what to do."
"From the way it sounds, it's as if Ashlee is a-" She paused. "Well, a whore."
I laughed. My mom never talked like that.
"Yeah, she is.I`m not so upset that he's not with me, i`m just really afraid she's going to do what she's done with every guy."
"Which is what?" My mom questioned.
"Sleep with him, then leave him."
"Oh. I don't think George can handle that, especially with all the stress he has at home."
"I know." I shuffled in my seat. "That's what i`m worried about."