Love's A Bitch

Chapter 6

-------> Donald “Donny” Fereiro

A/n.........Sorry for not updating sooner but I was caught up with writing the next chapter I sort of forgot about my readers....and also because I still have no internet.....the only reason I was able to update before was because my parents bought and internet stick/internet flash drive......and they were using it so I asked them and they were like its’s for work and I can only use it this one time.......But i might be able to use the internet stick a bit more though.

Amara’s POV

He was gone. He didn’t think I was awake but I saw everything. It was 5 in the morning, he warily got off the bed so that I wouldn’t feel it retract from weight difference. I was about to ask him what was he doing until I saw him put his clothes back on. 

That stupid, lying, retarded, jerkass, leader onner of a jack ass. 

He makes me feel like he actually cares, that he isn’t the devil incarnate. But why was I surprised. He was Reed Myers for pete sake’s. Even though I barely knew anything about him, I knew straight away the moment he opened his mouth that he was no good. That he was a lying cheating bastard, but here I am on the verge of having a mental breakdown just thinking why he left. Yeah well it’s a shame on me now. 

I sigh and take the luffa from the side of the tub and hold it under the water before scrubbing my body. I pull the plug from the tub and get out. I slowly dry myself and put on my silk robe. I look at the mirror and all I see is a girl who has everything and nothing at the same time. A girl who smiles to hide away the ruins of her heart. 

I try smiling, but there is no difference. The smile is forced and my eyes are sad. I need a smile, a real smile. I walk out of the bathroom and head to my dresser to where my phone was laying. I turned it on to see that I had 24 text messages and 57 missed calls all from the same person. I call the number, after two rings the person picks up. But before they can shout at me I ask,

“How soon can you be here?”

“5 minutes.” And with that the other end of the line cut. I put on some panties, socks and a t-shirt and make my way downstairs. I put the kettle on the stove and start making the A & F breakfast special.

Fillipa’s POV

“Ms. Stewart! Were you on the phone during my lesson?” questioned Mr. Padeck. Shit, this guy really needed a girlfriend to help relieve all the stress he had. He was a short robust man with a huge bald patch on the front of his head which he tried to hide with a  “brown” almost purple wig. He sort of reminded me of the purple little demon that worked for Hades in Hercules. But his class wasn’t as important than my best friend. I stood up from my desk and started packing up my books.

“Ms. Stewart! Look at me when I am talking to you.” I proceeded to head for the door before Mr. Padeck grabbed my arm. He looks me straight in the eyes, a scowl on his face. He thought he looked intimidating but with my 5 foot 7 frame and his 5 foot 3 frame he just looked down right ridiculous.

“Fillipa Stewart, if you walk out that door I will have you suspended.”