I clutched my hands tightly to my stomach and tried to hold downy the tears. It really is the worst feeling in the world: holding back a waterfall of tears. That feeling that you get in your throat, and you just try to gulp it down but you can't. You just can't. And at one point the water fall has to come crashing down.
Dylan had kicked that ball as hard as he could. But it wasn't the ball that hurt the most. I was already hurt when he kicked it. I was pained because I felt excluded from the friends I had. Dylan sensed that. He sensed my weakness, like a predator sensing it's prey.
When he saw me crying he didn't even apologize. He didn't care that my cheeks were stained with tears, just as I hadn't cared for his drooped shoulders and the humiliation I caused him.
Dylan laughed his head off at my pain. He pointed me out to all of his friends. The counselor eventually saw him and he got in a heap of trouble. But the damage had been done. Dylan and I were officially enemies.
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A Love Beyond My Wildest Dreams
RomanceThis book is based on the time I fell in love with a person I never thought I would love. We were friends then enemies, then friends then enemies. And we were enemies for a really really long time. I mean we seriously tortured each other. But someho...
