The worst way to make the best friends

Okay to really understand this story you have to know a little about me, and dont worry this wont take too long.

First things first, im bisexual... I just moved to Pennsylvania from Florida in my Junior year, I didnt know anybody and Im really not the type to care, about anything.  And when i say i dont care about anything i mean it, you could laugh in my face and i would turn around and walk away and not miss a blink of sleep.

Class begins, I am seated at the front of the room.  This is a little bit further into the year but still mainly the beginning. I dated this guy named (fake name) John for a bit. He didnt want a relationship so i said "Goodbye" after a little while.

This girl (another fake name) Alexa decides she will taunt me and hate me because of the relationship i had with John...not that it meant shit to me... but sometimes thats just how girls are.  So she sits behind me in third period calling me names, laughing with her friends, I just sit there doing my work....not giving a shit.  But then she starts to make fun of me for being bisexual. You couldnt imagine the things she said, some of it really got under my skin. And with her practically screaming it out in calss word got around and in no time everyone was talking about the "new girl" who was apparently lesbian and a slut. funny how things get turned.

A mutual friend between Alexa and I decided he would go to the teacher after class cause he really couldnt stand to see me get hurt anymore.

Chain reaction, teacher goes to supervisor, supervisor calls me down to the office.

He asks me about the harrasment and I pretty much tell him that I am a big girl and can handle it myself. But he doesnt care, he says that he has notified the police and she will be written up for sexual harrassment. I argue for a bit and finally get her ass out of trouble. They talk to her and her mom about it, its whatever, but if it happens again she will most definately be arrested.

Time goes by... I hear whispers but really nothing more. Then one day I see her sitting alone at a lunch table crying. Her friends were no where to be found, and I definately could tell she needed one.  Apparently her and John started something up and he dicked her over. I sat down next to her. ANd i asked her what had happened.

And to shorten up this story.... Alexa and I have now been best friends for two years...I mean the best.  We talk everyday hang out constantly....and have never let a boy come between us.

Sometimes out of the worse situations, you gain the best of things.