The DUFF Page #5

Jess and Casey.

Why was I Bosley?

There were three Angels.

Okay.

You know in Batman when that guy

falls into the vat of acid

and becomes the Joker?

This was my "vat of acid" moment.

My best friends made me the DUFF.

And that made me...

Angry.

Bianca, let's go.

You'll be late for school.

The world gave me

the gift of invisibility,

a license to not give a sh*t.

You look crazy.

Crazy amazing.

Oh, God, even my car's a DUFF.

I couldn't even look at Jess

and Casey, they made me so mad.

Our entire friendship was a sham,

and everyone knew but me.

Hey, B, will you take a look

at my fashion piece?

I need a layman's opinion.

You're aware I'm a woman, right?

What? Oh, no.

"Layman," it's just a phrase.

I just mean you're not a fashion expert.

Oh, so I have bad style?

Whoa, someone's in a mood. Lighten up.

Lighten up? Because I'm so heavy?

Is there a problem?

Outside.

How could you guys not tell me

this whole time that I was your DUFF?

- Our what?

- Your Designated Ugly Fat Friend.

Yeah, yeah. Wesley told me everything.

He can't even spell. That's actually

pretty creative for Wes.

Since when do you care

what Wesley Rush says?

He says crazy stuff all the time.

Because it makes sense.

I mean, why else would two

super hot, popular girls

wanna be friends with somebody like me?

It's because you're using me

to make yourselves look better.

Okay, just because you think one of us

is better-looking than you...

Oh, my God. There it is, there it is.

You know what? No, no, no.

I'm glad you said that,

because it makes what I'm about

to do a whole lot easier.

Yeah, go ahead and check them.

Did you just unfriend me?

You bet your ass I did.

Well, fine.

Then I am taking you off of Instagram.

Well, hallelujah, okay?

I don't have to look at pictures of your

artisanal cappuccinos every morning.

How dare you? You love those

foam faces. They're foam-tastic.

Look, we're going through

something over here.

Guess what else.

Unfollowed y'all on Twitter.

Oh, perfect. No more of Bianca's

almost-ironic tweets for the day.

Oh, that's rich, coming from this guy,

who's RT'ing them all day long.

They're pity RT's.

You know what?

I'm taking you off of my

We Heart It and my Vine feed.

Oh, great, because

I don't like your loops, okay?

And you know what else?

I'm blocking your ass on Tumblr.

And you, you're off my Snapchat.

Well, fine.

- Fine.

- Fine.

I'm a free woman.

And don't you dare be creeping

on my Pinterest, whores.

I'm so sorry, Susan.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Wes had made me

see the school differently,

and I wasn't happy about it.

It didn't matter what group

you were in, it was unavoidable.

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