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One day, I got sick of the “oh, poor you” responses when I refused to talk about my relationship status. I shouted to anyone who would listen that I was dating a great guy named Martin, but it was long distance and that’s why I hated talking about it.

They didn’t believe me at first, so I shared a picture of a college friend who lives in California. I even told him that he’s my fake boyfriend just in case they asked him. He thought it was hilarious and agreed to play along, though he never had to.

I thought I’d done a good job faking it, but it seems they knew the whole time. I’m so embarrassed, but I won’t admit that to Renata. I need to keep up the charade for a little longer. Renata thought she had me, but I won’t back down this time. I’m not the same woman I was even a week ago. The guys have changed me for the better.

“Martin and I broke up a while ago, but it’s okay. I’m seeing someone new now.”

Renata laughs. “Let me guess, he’s long-distance, too?”

I take a deep breath. “We just started dating, but as a matter of fact, yes. We met at a friend’s wedding last weekend.”

Renata rolls her eyes dramatically. She glares at me, her eyes harsh. I can’t help but stare into them, like she’s Medusa trying to turn me to stone. “Seriously, Kendall, just stop. You’re pathetic. Stop torturing all of us with your made-up stories. No one would ever be interested in a fat girl like you.”

She pokes my flabby stomach to drive her point home. I want to be stronger than I am, but her words hit exactly where she meant them to.

I push my way into the bathroom, not bothering to stop when she calls after me. She got what she wanted. Tears stream down my cheeks.

I lock myself in a stall. Checking my skirt, I’m grateful to find the seed hasn’t seeped into the fabric. Renata would have also used that against me.

Why does she have to be such a bitch? I’m so sick of mean girls making me feel like shit about my weight.

The men’s juices drip from my ass as I stand there crying. Without thinking about it, I reach down to scoop some up. I raise the gooey liquid to my lips for a taste. It’s just as delicious as it was after the first time.

Next time, I want it directly from the source. Tag, Tanner, and Trace have had my pussy and my ass, but they haven’t had my mouth yet. I’m not sure how good I’ll be at blowjobs with zero experience. It doesn’t matter, I want to try it anyway. I want all my firsts to be with them.

This thing with Tag, Tanner, and Trace is real. Renata was wrong when she said no one would ever be interested in me. I have three guys interested in me right now. They think I’m attractive. Even if what we have doesn’t last long, I can use it to boost my self-esteem. They make me feel like the best version of myself. Hell, it’s because of them that I was able to stand up to Renata earlier. Sure, it didn’t last long, but I still did it.

I take another taste of their combined seed, letting my mind conjure up images of Tag, Tanner, and Trace. The guys are so amazing. Not only are they incredibly handsome and charismatic, but they’re kind too. They really listened to me earlier when I told them about the Sunshine Program. People usually tune me out when I go on that tangent. They seemed like they actually cared about what I had to say.

Oh God,I think.I’m falling in love with them.

The realization weighs heavy on my chest. Is it possible to fall for three guys at the same time? It seems crazy in theory, but my heart doesn’t care. I love all three of them. They’re great on their own, but together they’re incredible.

I can’t let bitches like Renata get to me. I have three perfect men in my life who would do anything for me. They haven’t said as much, but I can tell it’s true by the way they look at me. With them, I feel invincible. I can’t be the scared girl who hides in the bathroom anymore. I need to stand up for myself, because I’m awesome.

I clean myself up and wash my hands. My eyes are puffy from crying, but there’s a determination there that was missing before.

Renata is still hanging out near the bathroom door. She laughs when she sees me, but I stand tall.

“You’re a bitch, Renata. And an asshole. I don’t know why you pick on me, but it ends here. You don’t get to belittle me about my weight or anything else. I am an attractive young woman, no matter what you say about me. I’d appreciate it if you kept my name off your lips. You aren’t good enough to talk about me. You’re nothing compared to me, because you have to put everyone around you down. It’s ugly, and you really do need to work on that.”

Her jaw practically hits the floor. “How dare you!”

I laugh. “How dare I? How dare you, Renata? You’ve done nothing but call me ugly and fat for all the years I’ve known you. I feel sorry for anyone on your team who has to put up with you on a daily basis. Your cruelty must be exhausting. It’s no wonder you have the highest turnover rate out of anyone atSmexy.”

“You don’t know—”

“I’m still talking!” I tell her. “I’m done letting you walk all over me and everyone else. If I ever hear you talking shit again, I’ll bring my complaint to HR. Do you understand me?”

She seethes, clenching her fists. And after a moment, she realizes that I’m serious, because she stomps away without another word.

A round of applause erupts behind me.

“Damn, Kendall, that was awesome! We’ve been wanting to tell off Renata forever.”

I blush. “Well, thanks. I’m glad I did it. It felt good.”

It really did. I need to stick up to people more often. I got a rush of adrenaline about halfway through, and I couldn’t stop yelling at her. She deserved every word I said.