Slipping Through the Cracks of Our Hearts

we're done

*Owen's POV*

It's been hours, where is Islah?, I think to myself. "Hey do you know where Islah is?", I ask some other students. "Who?", they respond with. "Islah Jones... You know the really gorgeous shy girl?" "Okay, like that helped.", they say while smirking. "For Christ's sake, she's in your class!" They walk away. Screw that. I continue asking around but nobody seems to know where she is. Her and I were supposed to hang out after school but she disappeared after getting lunch with Blake, which is very odd, considering he never mentioned her to me and I had no clue they knew each other. I continue the search until I decide to go to her dorm since I don't see her anywhere else. 

*Islah's POV*

Knock knock

Shit, who is that I think to myself. Fuck it, I'll just act like I'm not here. 

"Islah, are you here?" Damnit it's Owen. "Islah, please open up. Are you okay?", I hear Owen ask as I sit in my bed in silence. "I'm coming in now whether you like it or not." 

Shit shit shit. He opens the door.

"Islah? What's wrong oh my god are you okay?", Owen asks me. "Nothing Owen please just go." "No, no I'm not going. Not until you tell me what the problem is." "No, I don't need to tell you anything, and quite frankly, my life is none of your fucking business anyway.", I snap. "Woah what? What gives you the right to talk to me like that? I'm just trying to hel-" "I don't care if you're trying to help, I don't want you here and I don't want you in my life. We should have never started talking and I should have never gone to that fucking party. Whatever we had is gone. Now leave me alone and don't talk to me again.", I yell. He just stares and doesn't say a word. 

But there was a part of me that wanted to tell him. Tell him everything I've ever gone through, but Blake made it clear to me that I can't let Owen into my life anymore.

With a calmer and more emotional tone to my voice, I ask Owen to leave for the last time.

"You know what Islah? You were starting to make me believe that someone could actually care about me and see behind my cockiness, my looks, and my shitty ass fake personality, but you're just like every other girl I try to let into my life. This is why I'm the way I am. Goodbye Islah."

And with that, he's gone, leaving me crying so hard I can barely breathe. 

I fucking hate Blake.