Here she is. Stephie...now, she is a curious case. A girl I befriended when I was about eleven, a shy sweet girl and seemingly smart. She seemed to be like me. I believed that.

We would stay to sleep at each other’s homes, talk a lot and smile. Honestly, looking back know, she was the unlikely friend I never thought I would have and my first female crush.

But she made me mad. Since she was also in love with another person I loved deeply: Gus.

Never really knew if I was jealous of her or him.

But I would guess she was the first one I let to consensually touch my body. It felt right. It did not seem like a bad idea at the time.

I am not really sure if I should detail the incidents with her. Hidden from our mothers she would ask me to touch her chest and well...do other stuff to it. We would stay awake till five am just to keep on playing our fake practices for when we had sex with our husbands.

We never went further down than the chest, it was our limit. Though it was kinda sick in a sense, at the time we didn’t care.

I just wanted her to be happy.

Till she started to turn hollow, turning into the very girls we used to despise. By the time we were thirteen I wanted to punch her in the face.

Everyone believed she was smart and all. And yes, she was good at drawing, really creative. But, her homework and projects were made by her mother. How did I know? She said it once she saw me doing a presentation.

In other words, Stephie was now a lazy, pompous, stereotypical and superficial bitch. To add salt to the injury...she started to turn into a mindless fan of Justin Bieber and 1Direction.

That’s when all love for her ended.