BadApple: Yep
WHGossipgrrl: Wanna b 1 of my sources?
BadApple: like a snitch?
WHGossipgrrl: no silly
WHGossipgrrl: like u get 2 give me ur perspective
BadApple: it was mayhem n madness as per usual
WHGossipgrrl: heard u n Royal were fucking like bunnies on every surface
BadApple: omg dixie. Not even.
WHGossipgrrl: that’s y I thot u might want 2 give ur side
BadApple: we r 17
WHGossipgrrl: everyone’s 17
BadApple: ok… I’m 17 n he’s Royal Dolce. Isn’t it self-explanatory?
WHGossipgrrl: What does it explain?
BadApple: no comment
WHGossipgrrl: lol
BadApple: r u giving me shit?
WHGossipgrrl: no. I dish, don’t judge.
BadApple: bullshit
WHGossipgrrl: is that all?
BadApple: off the record. R u mad abt me n R?
WHGossipgrrl: no. I get it. I was the same way abt Colt. Starstruck. Dick-whipped.
BadApple: I’m not dick whipped
WHGossipgrrl: ok.
WHGossipgrrl: just after what he did 2 Colt. I thot u were friends.
Guilt gnaws inside me. She’s right. I’m a fucking traitor.I’m in too deep. I’m drowning in it—in Royal, and my obligation to Mr. D, and my own promise to get revenge. I wanted it for something he did to Colt, but if I’m truly honest with myself, my feelings for Royal have eclipsed my friendship with Colt by a long shot. But I can’t forget what he did to me, that he released that video even after I let him use me like a fucking whore. I have to keep telling myself that even when it’s good, I can’t believe it. Even if I forgave him for the video, he taught me a very important lesson that day: he cannot be trusted.
BadApple: I am friends w Colt. But don’t tell me u could resist the D boys. Look at them. They have everything. Power. Money. Beauty. Danger.
WHGossipgrrl: I prefer guys like Colt
BadApple: lol
WHGossipgrrl: what? U think I’m saying that 2 save face bc they don’t want me?
BadApple: no. I think u like a tatted up bad boy with a tortured soul n demons in his past