3. Apologies

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Shit

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Shit.

Why do I feel bad about being harsh on that girl? I don't even know her either.

She gets on my nerves so fucking much and so fucking easily.

How.

I saw her flinch when I yelled at her but she quickly covered it up with a fake smile. There was no more shimmer in her big brown doe eyes like there usually was.

Maybe I hurt her feelings?

"Man what are you thinking about?" Milo ask breaking me out of my thoughts.

Milo is one of my very close friends.

He's on the football team too. He has blonde shaggy hair, blue eyes, and he's 6'3. He's dating Bianca.

I think Bianca is that girls best friend, I saw them leaving the restaurant together and they seemed very close.

I didn't even ask for her name. Now I feel kinda shitty.

"Nothing why?"

"You look like your thinking of Serenity, Bianca told me about your encounter with her."

He wiggles his brows at me and I shoot him a glare.

"No. She's annoying as fuck and I don't fucking like her."

"Why would you yell at her dude. You know she's sensitive right? You could've given her or triggered another panic attack fucktarded dumbass."

Another.

I would've beat the living shit out of him for talking back to me like that. But I felt remorse.

Remorse.

A new word in my fucking dictionary.

"So she's always had panic attacks or something?"

"Yea, she hides her feelings really well. Just don't ever yell at her okay? She's had some hard times in the past."

"Oh, okay."

"Now go fucking apologize to her you dipshit, she's probably working."

I feel guilty now.

Guilty.

Another new fucking word in my dictionary. Goddamn, I've never felt guilty up until this moment. I guess today is a learn new words day.

What if I actually fucking triggered another panic attack?

Well fuck me. This is bad.

I should go to the bookstore and apologize. But she's gonna be super fucking annoying.

Fuck it.

I grab my keys and get there.

It's closed.

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