Trudy had just crushed whatever left of Ryan's pathetic self-esteem and it was ah-mazing. She felt good about herself because she wasn't the only one rotting in her misery. Besides, it wasn't like Ryan stood an actual chance with Eva. Trudy's relaxed body erupted into a fit of laughter again for her clever remark.

It had been quite a while since Trudy was really comfortable with her body and fully relaxed. In fact, she felt so good about her self that she wasn't ashamed to show her rather fake, ridiculously wealthy neighbors the cellulite in her buttcheeks or the visible bulge in her stomach. She wanted to be striped out of every layer she hid beneath, showing her true self to Sandra's dismay.

Her unzipping her shredded M S G M skirt - golden sequins are so overrated anyways - was apparently Eva's cue to finally ditch Ryan behind and come after Trudy. She deserved all the attention not him - he was just a wannabe anyways.

"Oh my god, Trudy, please stop." Evangeline rushed to Trudy, stopping her manicured hand to open the zipper.

Trudy shrugged, taking her hand away the zipper. "I don't need those." Her other hand which was clutching at her favorite high heels threw the shoes away, twirling in the middle of the street despite her awkward balance. "I don't care how short I am. Damn, it feels good to be in flats rather than high heels all the time."

Eva fiddled with her red hair, biting her delicate lip. "But you're barefoot."

"Even better," Her dance moves were sloppy, but she didn't care. In her head, she was making a killer choreography, but for a stranger's eye she probably looked drunk, or even on drugs. She brushed away the tangles in her wavy hair along with the fucks to give.

She ruffled her hair, biting her full lip as she pretended to be talking to someone invisible. "You can't resist me, so stop tryiiing." She sang, not sure if she just invented that lyric up or not. Her voice was off-tune and she didn't even care how embarrassing she was making herself to be. She had been dying to say those words, and it seemed like she finally had the courage. "You're so annoying with your know-it-all attitude, you're a horrible person, and your patience sucks for what you do for living, by the way."

Her words seemed to confuse Evangeline, curling her auburn eyebrows. "Who are you talking about?"

Unwanted memories of him flooded Trudy's mind, abstracting all of the built courage and switching it for awkwardness and nervousness. She was so tense that her guts twisted like they have always been this past while, familiar rush of pile making its way through Trudy's gorge. It started spilling out, and before she even knew it, a puddle of puke was on the edge of the sidewalk, Trudy kneeling as the continuous gags echoed out of her into the humid night.

Eva was next to Trudy, gripping her tangled her out of her face and patting her back in a soothing pattern. Trudy didn't know if she was feeling better because she released the built tension in her, or if it was because of Evangeline's magical touch. Trudy didn't feel the need to gag anymore, straightening her body that felt so knotted and rigid to the point of it being hard to believe that it was the same dancing, relaxed body moments ago.

No wonder that her previously established self-esteem slipped out of her as well, leaving her back to her usual self - hesitant, hostile, and insecure.

Eva jogged away, picked up the previously thrown shoes, and came back for Trudy's rescue. "Hey, let's get you cleaned up," Eva spoke softly, securing Trudy's stance by griping her elbow, and guiding her to the Green's mansion.

Trudy staggered in her steps, but she was far too weak to protest. She hung her head low to help with the dizziness and to hide her shameful tears. "N-no," She hated herself more for her stupid stuttering. "D-don't go in there, I don't want them to see me like this."

She wouldn't be able to handle her father's dissapointed gaze and her mother's judgmental glare, nor Sandra rubbing the fact that she was a loser in her makeup-smudged face.

"I know, that's why we're heading to the backdoor."

As Evangeline led Trudy through the exotic Green's mansion garden that probably held a bigger place in Paige's heart than her youngest daughter, Trudy felt like a horrible friend.

Trudy was so jealous of Eva to the extreme of plotting various schemes to destroy her, yet Evangeline was the only person by her side - she wasn't even making fun of her or judging her. Evangeline was probably the only person Trudy was comfortable enough to be her true self with without the fear of being misunderstood or humiliated. She didn't have to think twice with Eva or hide behind her sky high walls, being comfortable and genuine.

Eva's silky hair swung with every step she took, her body curvier and fuller yet she didn't look fat, but sexy instead. She hardly had any makeup on her her angelic, freckled face yet she had this aura of beauty around her. Whatever feelings of appreciation for her friend were quickly replaced by envy and hatred, which made Trudy hate herself even more, forcing more of her stomach's acid out of her throat.

Some of the puke fell on a purple lavender, and satisfaction stirred in the pit of Trudy's empty stomach. Take that, mother.

One of the maids that was too irrelevant to be registered in Trudy's head was in the kitchen. Eva tapped the glass of the backdoor, grabbing the maid's attention. The maid stopped washing the dishes and hurried to open the backdoor, wiping her wet hands on her black uniform in the way.

Once the two girls were inside, Trudy glared at the maid who was far too young and pretty to possess this job - the more reason to be rude to her. The maid didn't ring a bell in Trudy's staggering head, concluding that she must've been hired just recently. "No one knows about this," Trudy hissed, sounding - and probably looking too - like a mentally ill person.

The pretty maid nodded, an annoying blush covering her small face as she looked at the freshly mopped tiles. "Y-yes, Ms. Green."

The authority Trudy had over the maid regained Trudy a little bit more of her self-esteem. Eva was most definitely displeased with her friend's rude attitude, but Trudy was too intoxicated to care. Before anyone can spot them, the two girls rode the elevator to Trudy's bedroom.

Finally feeling like she belonged somewhere, Trudy threw herself on her massive bed, wanting nothing more than sleeping her complex emotions away.

"Do you think I'm fat?"

Trudy was seated, the table cutting through her bulged stomach despite sucking in her tummy along with her chubby cheeks. Her spine was so straight that it hurt her back, but she didn't care. He was sitting right across from her after all and he couldn't see her looking fat or lazy.

His bulky hands rubbed at his beard. "I suppose you would look better if you lost a couple of pounds, yeah."

His voice was deep, gruff, and masculine. None of the boys at her age had such a thick voice, and Trudy liked the things his voice did to her. She was so clueless when it came to the 'girl and boy alone in a room' stuff, and it was a nice feeling to explore it with someone who can mentor her - he can teach me that too, Trudy thought.

Trudy's heart sunk in her chest once his words registered. It didn't matter how much sucking she did or how perfect her posture was, he already made his mind about her - I'm fat in his eyes too.

"But I don't mind really," He went on, managing to change Trudy's mood to a bubbly one as if it was a switch. "As long as you love me, then I'll love you too."

Trudy was in her pyjamas, sitting on the closed lid of her diamond embellished toilet seat - wait what? Evangeline was kneeling on the floor in front of her, holding a makeup wipe in her hand to erase the products Trudy put on her face to cover her blackheads and oily pores. It was as if Trudy had a blackout, being stuck in a bridge between her past and her present, catching a glimpse of both times.

Trudy was scared. Tears were building in her eyes and crashing on her chubby cheeks. Before she knew it, she hugged him, sobbing in his embrace like the weak girl she was. "He-he touched me, and-and-"

"Shh, it's okay, I'm here." His voice was the all the warmness she had been missing in her life. She felt safe in between his arms, she felt like she actually had somewhere to belong. "You know what else you should do?" he asked her, "You should sign up for self-defense classes. You can never know when someone like that might approach you again."

Trudy's tongue was still stiff from the previous fear, settling for a nod as an answer.

"I can teach you some moves right now," he smiled encouragingly, "I used to work as a coach as a part-time job when I was in college."

"You keep teaching me things," Trudy was proud she managed to talk.

It seemed like Eva's touch brought Trudy back to her present, Eva's position making Trudy take a double take just to make sure. Evangeline was kneeling on Trudy's marbled bathroom floor, a bucket full of warm water next to her as she washed Trudy's feet from the dirt that got stuck due to walking barefoot.

And to think that Trudy hesitated before borrowing Eva her black jeans that she would've thrown away anyway.

Trudy's heart swelled in that moment, making tears build up in her already glassy eyes. "Why are you so nice to me?" Trudy almost whined, feeling like the biggest bitch for her previous actions towards Evangeline. "I don't deserve all of this."

Eva's soap covered fingers brushed through Trudy's toes, tickling her. "Don't say that, Trudy, you deserve the world."

Evangeline didn't ditch Trudy like everyone else and she was dealing with Trudy's emotional baggage - she deserved a freaking trophy for her patience.

Trudy felt horrible then, wishing she could go back in time and appreciate Evangeline properly. "I'm so sorry," Trudy hiccuped, feeling a flood of emotions about to flow. "You don't even know what I did to you - God I'm duch a horrible friend."

He was so close to Trudy that she could see his every little detail.

His brown beard - that was so brown it was almost as dark as Trudy's hair - contrasted beautifully with his pale skin. It covered half of his face, but it wasn't the thick-and-gross-get-away-you're-like-my-uncle kind, but the sexy-I-want-to-grip-it kind. Every hair was stroked down and in its correct place, despite him always scratching it.

His jawline, forehead, and nose were the sharpest facial features Trudy had ever seen. He must have middle-eastern roots because his facial structure was nearing perfection.

Trudy could see all of that, yet his face as a whole was blurry as if she was looking at him through tinted glass.

He was pressing her against the wall, a strange spark playing in his brown eyes - his eyes are the same color as me, Trudy noted. "Is this what you want?" His voice was the perfect combination of a frustrated whisper and an angry scowl, it did wonders to Trudy's virgin body.

She nodded, not helping but to smile, her thick braces on display. She usually was very self conscious of her braces, but with him she seemed to smile without even realizing it. Trudy wondered if she affected him the same way too. From the lust in his eyes, and the biting of his lip as if he was holding back his desire, Trudy received her answer.

Finally, he had the guts and did it. His lips - full and lusciously pink - approached her.

Except it was Evangeline who kissed her on the forehead. She mumbled a few words but since Trudy's ears were a bit buzzed, she didn't hear it. As Evangeline turned off the lights, slipped under the covers to sleep next to Trudy in Trudy's sweats, Trudy knew that if she did fall asleep, then the nightmares that she didn't have for two years would come back, and it was all Justin's fault for triggering her forbidden memories.