If I absolutely had to say whose fault it was, and I don’t really have to says my lawyer, then I’ll have to say it was Marisa’s own fucking fault. She was always up in our business at camp and always concerned about what we were and weren’t allowed to do. And we were like “Hello? who the fuck cares what is allowed and what isn’t. This isn’t kindergarten, we ‘ll do what we want.” So we did. But she freaked out about it literally every time. Lindsey told Marisa to just stay away from us then, but she came along anyways. Thing is, Marisa’s older brother was at camp as well, as a counselor. Lindsey had a thing for him so we was somehow nice to Marisa regardless. Marisa and her brother are pretty tight I guess. So even when she was annoying as heck Lindsey didn’t complain too much, even though both Nell and I told Marisa what we were really thinking.
It’s not our fault she still went with us to the stone bridge. We had met some guys earlier that week at the lake, some other campers, and Lindsey had told them to meet us. Four boys, three girls. When we arrived there were five guys though so that didn’t make much sense, but I thought, cool, I get to choose and I’m not taking the one with the glasses. Then Lindsey was all “don’t tell your brother” to Marisa. I guess she wanted to not seem like a whore to him, and Marisa said we should just go. The one guy laughed and I could see she was creeped out, but then another of the guys hit him on the arm and they reassured us they were alright and only here to make out.
I didn’t really care what Marisa’s brother would think of Lindsey or if Marisa would sleep with anybody, I wanted to make out with the tall one so I went over there and we went under the bridge. Next thing I hear Marisa screams and two guys run and Marisa was holding a stone in her hand. So Lindsey and I totally don’t know what’s going on but my guy was gone and I don’t have his fucking number. Marisa was sobbing, that stone in her hand and Larisa yells “You’re bleeding”, but it turns out it’s not even her own blood so what the hell.
We went back, Lindsey and me cussing Marisa out and her still crying and stammering something about a dude pinning her down. That’s the point! I get so upset, she keeps on whining and Lindsey tells me that Marisa’s shirt is ripped, so we throw the stone away, and I yell at Marisa to shut up and get her act together. She sobs and says something about telling her brother, and I freak out. I can’t have my parents know about this, and what if that dude whose blood she has on her shirt rats us out? So I grab her by the wrist and tell her “You keep your mouth shut! You shouldn’t have come anyway!” Marisa has a dark side to her or something I guess, because she suddenly talked back to me and being all rebel, trying to get away from me. So when I pushed her, I didn’t really know she was gonna hit her head on a root, you know, and get a concussion. She needn’t have ratted me out either. It’s not like we left her there, we called the camp counselors and paramedics and she was fine anyways. The guys we never heard back from either, so I don’t know if she was still a virgin or what happened, but you see now that I did nothing wrong, so why the fuck are you all getting on my case?
There is such a thing as loyalty in friendship, right? But Marisa clearly didn’t know about that one.