'Oh My God, Did You Hear?'

"Oh my God, did you hear who she's 'fallen in love with' this year? Her next victim on her rampage of infatuation. Her desperation for the first guy that knows her name. But when she gets hurt, it's him to blame. Because to her, it's all just a big game. How is she not ashamed?"

"Oh my God, did you hear what she did with him? In her bed that she let him in. What a slut! I knew she wasn't innocent. She's just a whore, and she'll never be anything more. What a catch she was. God, I feel bad for the guy that wasted his time. And now all she does is cry about how he 'took advantage' of her. That is such a lie!"

"She was asking for it; she had to be. Did you see the way she was dressed? I mean, seriously. What did she expect? She had it coming. I mean, he's a man. He thinks with his other head, and he can't help it. To ask him to change? Well, that's just selfish. She should've seen it coming."

"Oh my God, did you see who she's with? That guy that was 'just a friend.' Well, I bet he loves the way her back bends. I guess now we know why her ex-boyfriend no longer gives her the time of day. The cheating bitch is crazy. She gets wet from the attention; it's sickening. Does she think she's making him jealous? Ha! The friend zone's an awful place to be."

"Oh my God, did you hear her crying to the boss, feigning fear? Just a bunch of crocodile tears. 'He abused me,' she said, crying wolf. I heard about the pictures she sent to that guy at work. He told me himself, it must be true. That good-girl persona's a load of shit. She's a two-faced brat. Why should I believe her side? It's clearly a lie. I wasn't there, but if they need any witnesses, I'll stand up for him, one hundred percent."

"...Oh my God, did you see the news? They found her body today. Her skin was cold, and her face was gray. The slits on her wrists were deadly straight. 'Suicide,' she wrote, 'is the only way out.' Such a shame. She was a pretty girl. She had everything in the world. I never meant what I said. She just overreacted. It was all in her head. It wasn't that bad. It wasn't my fault. I didn't kill her. I'm not the reason that she's dead."

"Sure she asked for help, but what was I supposed to believe? Her tank tops and booty shorts; well, they're all I could see. How was I supposed to know she was telling the truth? And quite frankly, if she didn't want to be touched, then she should have dressed more modestly. She had it coming."

"Oh my God! Did you hear what that creep just said to me? What rude and disrespectful language. What happened to acting gentlemanly? Where the fuck is chivalry? I mean, my top isn't that low-cut. Yeah my shorts are short, but you can't see my butt. I'm not an item to be sexualized, or some prize to be won. Some points to be earned? No, that's just dumb. I'm not a slut! Not like her. She had it coming, practically asking for someone to hoot and call. But me? No, not at all! How dare you speak to me that way? How dare you try and touch me? Hey! Eyes up here. That is not my face. Don't turn this around on me. I didn't watch her get raped. It's not my fault. I'm not the same. I don't deserve to be treated this way."

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Then for the love of God, tell me why you have the right to act like you know everything, with no facts. You don't know what he did to her. You never heard how many times she said, "No, get off of me!" Because no, you said she was lying. 'Attention-seeking.' So why do you react so much differently when it's your own feet in the shoes of the abused? Tell me, if you stay quiet, who's going to speak up for you?