Chapter 16

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I apologize for not updating this story a lot. It's still in the works of being completed, so I try to slow the posting so I can write. I love all of you who are actually reading this. <3

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Chapter 16:
Mia's POV:

Kendall and I's lips parted. Kendall turned around to see the person no one ever wanted to see.

"Mackenzie? What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well. I stopped by to hear my Ken's beautiful voice, but all I see is him kissing some worthless bitch." She said folding her arms by her chest.

"I'm not your Ken, Mackenzie. You don't have any right to call Mia a bitch." Kendall said holding me behind his back.

"You know it's true Ken. Now come on we have some extra time to fool around before Gym. Say goodbye." She said pulling out her mirror, fluffing her golden waves.

Kendall turned to me. The tears already spilled from my eyes. Some of my make up started to run. Kendall looked at me, trying to help me forget about what she said. How is it easy to forget what she said? She can't take it back. I wiped the tears with my pale see through sleeve. My gaze turns to Kendall's worried expression. I shake my head, trying to make the incoming tears go away.

"Mia. Don't listen to her." He whispered.

"I'm sorry, Kendall. I can't do this." I whispered rushing past him to pick up my bag.

I walk up right in front of Mackenzie. Her cold hazel eyes squint, her smile turns into a devilish smirk.

"Bitch." I say, then smacked her right across the face.

Before she could do anything back, I ran out of the room. I ended up on the steps outside of the school towards the senior parking lot. My head fell into my knees, my knees pulled up to my chest. The tears flowed from my eyes, probably creating a stream or river I can drown myself in. How come things can be so perfect one minute, but turn around the next minute? My life seems to consist of that. Ever since the third grade, my life has never been honky doory or a happy pappy place. I can't stand this anymore. I got up, and made my way to my pick-up and sped off home.

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