Its February the bullying in school is getting worse and my grandmother barely remembers anything. I've stayed home from school for a week, but obviously that doesn't help since they still send me hate messages. I didn't mean to kill her, I didn't. I swear. I shouldn't have even been in that car. I shouldn't have. It's been 4 years, yet they still won't leave me alone.
"Honey you should eat," my grandmother says.
"No! I'm so full from last night when I went out."
I didn't go out.
@YourBoyMyles: back in nyc to see a special someone
I automatically favorite the tweet and smile to myself. He seems to be the only thing that can make me smile.
Me: hey
Myles: hey
Me: my life is literally a mess
Me: im giving you a chance right now to back out
Me: i won't be hurt
Myles: im not leaving you
Myles: we'll get through all of this together
Myles: but first i need to know what the problem is
Me: come over and I'll tell you
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"Babe what happened?"
"Well, this boy in school asked me out...to a party."
"You went out with someone else?!?"
"Yeah, I didn't know if I was a groupie to you or a legit thing and I've been crushing on this guy for years..."
"Well, you're not a groupie. And I want us to be together," Myles says while kissing me. "But what's the problem?"
I tell him about being a joke at the party and Myles grabs my hand and asks why they treat me this way.
"Four years ago, I got drunk...yeah fourteen and drunk as fuck. And my mom was teaching me how do drive, but she wasn't home one day, so I took the car....and I drove it, but I was so drunk that I wasn't paying attention. I couldn't see the streets, so when I got back home, I hit my mom. I I didn't mean to....I didn't ever see her Myles. I"
Myles pulls me into a hug and lets me cry on him. He smells so freakin good. Like really good, I makes me want to just grab him and kiss him.
"You didn't kill her on purpose..." Myles says while trying to comfort me.
"Tell that to everyone in my school...hold on a second," I say while reading my last Facebook notification.
You're so stupid...why would Dylan EVER want to be seen with you? Lol you sure are gullible.
I hold in my tears because I don't want Myles to see me cry, but he notices and turns my head. He gives me a look of concern and then takes my phone. When he's finished reading, he looks angry. Really angry.
"Is this every day?????"
I shrug, "I'm used to it."
"But you shouldn't be! These are all lies," he says and he scrolls through my Facebook.
"Myles....it's okay. They're right anyways."
"Is that what you think?"
I nod my head.
"Well, this is what I think," Myles says right before leaning in and kissing me, hard.
A/N: lil cheeseburger is so sweet imma cry
