Not Another Faker

Chapter Twenty-Two

    I sit by Seb till me wakes up. "Good morning." "Screw you." "Wow someone's not a morning person. Oh and if I were you I would be nice to me since I'm the one making sure my boyfriend doesn't kill you." "He barely even touched me." "Tell that to your black eye." "I was sticking up for you." "No you were making me look like a cheater. Making me feel like one for kissing you." "So your telling me there's no feelings for me anywhere?" "No." Lie total lie. "Fine then friends." He put out his hand. "Friends." I shook it. I stand up to walk out. "Maybe like friends that kiss every now and then?" "Sebastian." "No? Okay fine just friends. For now." "Alright I'm leaving."

   I walk over to Blake to talk things out. "You can't keep doing this. Getting in fights with people I love." "Oh so you love him?" "Yes, no! I love him, but not like I love you." "Did you kiss him?" "Yes. But only once and we didn't do anything else." "No you just cheated." "We both made mistakes in this relationship, now we're even." "Yours is worse." "So you want to play the mistake game. The only reason you started dating me was to prove that I didn't have cancer. I think yours is worse." "That's not fair, you didn't know about that." "And you didn't know about the kiss. We could go on for hours or, we could call it even." "Fine, even."
               —TW— just in case
   To be honest, we weren't even. What he did was terrible. My whole life I had to prove that I'm not another faker. My own boyfriend even didn't believe me. They say I don't look the part, cause I'm not bald and tired. But what they don't see is, how much I physically hate my life. It's like telling people someone important to you died, they treat you differently that day. Just that day is my whole life. Blake and I didn't talk for the rest of the day. Then I went home and he was already in my room. "Jesus stalker much." "Sorry just wanted to surprise you." I sat down and he started to kiss me. The next thing I knew he was on top of me and I guess we were making out. But he started to get aggressive, and I knew what he wanted to do. "Blake, I'm not ready for that." "Why?" "Cause it just doesn't feel right, right now." "What wrong person?" "No I'm just not ready, and I need you to understand that I'm not just another hump and dump." "I know it's just your so hot." He leaned over me again.

   "Blake get off of me." "Come on, we're in love might as well do it." I hear someone break through the window. "Get off of her Blake." Seb pulled Blake off of me. Then Seb pulls me up and kisses me. It was like we were meant to be here, like we were meant to be. Everything was great it was the, right person at the right time. Then I shot up out of my bed when I woke up.