Her name was Sadie. I called her Sadist for a joke. Her smile disintegrated.
That’s why I had a crush on her, her stunning smile. Be wrong to say I loved her, but she made me happy and laugh so I let myself fall. Sadie was awesome. Except when I called her Sadist. But the other girls laughed, so I said it again.
She flew at me, screaming shit about hate and pain, crying, punching, kicking, until suddenly she stopped, her fists bleeding, her face contorted. She screamed “I fucking hate myself!” and walked out, sobbing heavily.
I followed, uncertain.