Maivy Gomez moves from New York to Seattle, she previously had been captain of the cheer team in New York. Try outs were held, but the cheerleaders weren't fond of Maivy. So they gave her a 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕, complete the list and she's into the tea...
I sighed to myself in bed, I missed him. All I wanted right now was just to lay down together.
He hurt me though.
I rub my wrist, looking down. It was bruising, I knew I was being a bitch. I did know that, but I couldn't help it, it was just the first thing that came to mind.
I heard my window opening, internally... I was happy he came, but I was still mad, and also I should probably turn around so I know i'm not getting murdered or something... but you know.
I sniffle to myself, feeling him lay down next to me.
"I don't want to talk." I mumbled, not turning around. "I'm sorry for hurting you." His voice was raw, and hoarse, almost reeked of pain.
I immediately turn my body, looking at him. "Hey, what's wrong?" I wipe his face with the back of my hand. "I didn't mean to hurt you." He mutters.
I hug into him, wrapping my arms around his body. Was this toxic? Yes, did I care? No.
Tom hugs back, tightly. Clinging on, I hold his face. Furrowing my brows at him. "Why are you crying, silly you know we always fight. But we always make up." I smile, nudging his shoulder with my index finger.
"Why were you jealous?" He asks, looking down at his fingers. "Cause i'm scared." I sigh, wrapping my arms around his neck. Tom pulls me by my waist, on top of him. Giving me a confused look.
I put my legs on both sides of his body, twiddling my thumbs. "I suppose, you could say I feed off your attention." I scoff, hearing my own words.
"The whole time we've been dating it's always been Lucia this, Lucia that... and then I met her." I wipe my nose, Tom leans back listening to me.
"Fuck, I know it's not your fault that we look so similar. But the day I saw her, my heart broke. It felt like I was only getting your love, because I looked like her." I was opening up to him, being honest about it.
I had always bottled up my feelings about Lucia.
"So my mind made me want more, more then what she had gotten from you. I wanted to be special, and in a way I was... I was the first girl you kissed after two years." I laugh, wiping my nose.
"But then, we did the kissing booth. Which, I mean I gave you permission to kiss those girls. I just didn't realize how much it would hurt, cause that would mean I wasn't special anymore." I smack my tongue against the roof of my mouth.
"When I saw, you and Lucia. That's when I knew, or thought I knew, that I wasn't special to you anymore."
"That it was so easy for you to just kiss her, just like that. I mean hell we can fuck, do anything but you'd already done it all with her." I chuckle to myself.
"I just wanted to do something with you without her always just in the back of my mind. I wish you would've fell in love with me, for me. And don't say you didn't notice it Tom." I shake my head.
Tears were beginning to stream my face.
"I just want your love, I want affection. I want you to care, I don't want Lucia here anymore." I scratch the back of my head, as he watched me staying silent.
"So I thought, hell. Maybe if I dyed my hair, i'd be different. I would be special, maybe it'd get your attention. Which was what I was looking for that whole time." I smack the back of my hand against the palm of my other.
"I just wanted you to love me for who I was, not who I looked like. Then I saw you talking to another redhead. I thought, maybe... you got bored. That's your type isn't it? Dark red hair? But, now no... since Maivy has black hair it's i'm gonna talk to the new red headed girl!"
I groan covering my face. "That wasn't meant to sound like that, but anywho. Point of my rant, is I love you and I want you to love me just as much as I do to you." I explain, waving my finger in his face.
"I love you more then you love me, don't get it twisted." Tom finally speaks up, laughing a bit.
I get off his lap, plopping down next to him. "How many girls have you said that you loved them." I ask, curiously. "Two." He smiles, kissing my hand.
"The other being Lucia." I mumble, under my breath.
"I can't help who I was in love with before, but I can help who i'm in love with now." He attempted to pull me into a hug, but accidentally tugged on my wrist.
I wince, screwing my eyes shut. Immediately his hands let go of me. "I'm sorry." His demeanor shifts, again.
"I know you didn't mean to hurt me, it's okay." I reassure, I don't know if it was okay. I really didn't. "I didn't mean to, i'd never try and physically hurt you." He responds.
"Baby, it's fine. Just hug me, kiss me, fuck me. All of the above." I hug him. "Oh?" Tom's voice hitch's up a notch. "Actually no sex, I have cheer practice." I grit my teeth, thinking about it.
"Tomorrow? Your first practice?" He asks, I smile and nod. "You should let me join." He suggests.
"No." I replied simply. "What, why?" He pouts. "You're not joining my cheer team, it's girls only." I disagree.
"Oh that is sexist!" He gasps, poking my side. "It is not!" I gasp back, taking his finger off me.
