Not Your Girl

2: Don't Talk About Him

"The hardest thing is not talking to someone you used to talk to every day." -Unknown

∞ "This Is What It Feels Like ": Armin van Buuren ∞

• Quinn •

"Bout time!" Ashley gave me a stern look.

"I was in the shower..." I mumbled.

My best friend was gorgeous. Her hair was the color of creamy chocolate, her eyes were a muddle of vibrant greens, her skin was the color of caramel.

"What the hell happened to your knuckles?!" She gasped as she studied my bruised hands.

"I was boxing, big deal." My voice stooped down to a grunt.

"That's not what I came to pester you about." she sighed "Nathan-"

"Don't want to hear about it." I abruptly cut her off.

"Ok....Well then never mind." She shook her head. "Do you want to hear me talk about Alex?" She raised her eyebrows in my direction.

"Gossip on..."I nodded as we began to walk around the park.

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"Someone called you but I didn't bother to answer." My mother told me as I walked into our small house. I ran up the stair case, to my room. 

Who could it be?

📞MISSED CALL: Nathan Angelo

In the next few seconds, my phone was thrown across my room and hit my wall.

What would I have done if I had had my phone on me? Would I have picked up the phone?

"What the hell was that?!" A voice came from my window.

"Jonas what the fuck are you doing coming through my window?!" I was clearly confused.

"My window was locked." He shrugged and casually walked out my bedroom door. My brother was up to something but who was I to care.

Emmet My Little Scrub:

*You OK?*

I decided to ignore the text message. Ya I know it's known that talking about your feelings is good but if I were to speak up my mind, I would be sent to a mental hospital faster than you could even think about saying: supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

I have too much to let go. Too much anger. Too much hatred. Too much sadness.

You broke me, you know? No one, And I mean NO ONE has ever made me cry. No one has ever kissed me. You did. No one has ever held me like that. You did. No one has ever loved me. Did you?

SO this is what it's like. Getting over someone. Who knew how much anger would be the product of this "glorious" feeling. I keep lying to myself. I keep telling myself that I don't love you anymore. I keep telling myself that you're dead to me. But your not. You will be...

Soon....