I Want You To Want Me [Tamber] Wlw

rage

A/N
[Sorry, this one's short again. I just don't feel overly motivated to write a long chapter. I hope you like it still.]

Amber's pov.

I sat in my bed for a while, thinking about what Beverley had said, and how wes and tara reacted. Tara didn't seem to mind she almost seemed more upset at what wes said. Well, not what he said, just how he said it. The tone in his voice he sounded disgusting. I'm not sure if it was the idea of tara dating me or the idea of two girls dating in general. Either way pissed me off he had no right to be upset. It wasn't even his question to answer. I hear a chime from across the room, knocking me out of my thoughts. I get up to see a message from tara.

Tarr ♡ : Hi! Sorry if it's awkward to ask, but you seemed a little upset all day. Are you okay?

Me : I'm alright.

Seen.

I stare at my phone for a minute waiting. I see her typing a few times, but nothing ever sent. I know it's not entirely her fault i had been pretty dry, but she could have at least said something, anything not ignoring me. It's stupid, but i just feel a sense of rage boil over me, engulfing my body and my actions. I throw my phone on my chair before putting on my stereo, blasting some angsty rock song, not caring what it is, or the fact I'm in the middle of the song. too pissed off to care, just jumping around along, trying to get my energy out, crashing into things, throwing them over, i throw myself onto my bed, laying flat on my stomach. god, this girl doesn't know what she does to me. She does anything, and my emotions go crazy she smiles, and I smile she's sad, and I want to kill whoever hurt her. I never care when people ignore me, but when tara does, I'm a mess of anger and hurt.

I sit up, panting a bit from moving around, i punched my pillow a few times before bursting out into tears. god, why am I like this. I throw myself down again, this time sobbing into my pillow, leaving smudges of eyeliner and mascara all over it. I just cry harder, leaving a mess around me of all the things I shoved around and hit. I was pissed at wes for taking tara and tara for allowing it. She was supposed to be my best friend, and all she does is ignore me now. we haven't talked in months, and she only hung out with me today when wes blew her off or because she needed to invite someone else since he invited Beverley. I punch the bed again before rolling to my side and closing my eyes, hoping, praying for a text when I wake up to hang out, apologize, or just even need another ride. I don't care if she's using me. I just want her to want me in any way. I eventually passed out around the chaos I had created.

[528 words]