" In which I get my heart broken by the player "
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Blake Harper doesn't do love. He's rude, quiet, brooding, and prefers to be alone. Like all bad boys, he's untamable and unclaimed, but he isn't sure what to do when the girl he sets his eyes on...
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We've been sitting here for a while. I don't know the time, I don't think I want to. By the time I collected my emotions and cried every tear until I felt the numbness return and my eyes sting, I was exhausted both mentally and physically.
" Catalina... "
I wait for a pause, dreading reality outside the bathroom.
" Hm? "
" Let me go call Gabriel so that he can carry you out of here. "
I shake my head.
" No. "
" Catali-- "
" I can do it myself. "
She sighs.
" You are in no condition-- "
" I was harassed, Avalon, not hit by a goddamn truck, " I snap and scoot away from her, guilt-crushing my heart. Frustrated with me and everything, I aggressively rub my eyes.
" I'm sorry. I'm just so tired. "
" Let's go home, Catalina. "
I nod and accept her help when she offers her hand. Hugging myself, I follow after her. I stop in front of the mirror and stare at myself, becoming so sad. So this is what life has to offer after everything? I shut my eyes and drop my head, my head clouded with bullies. Sucking in a sharp breath when a warm hand rubs my back, I look at Avalon and smile weakly.
" We'll jail the fucker, " she seethes, determination in her eyes.
My smile is pursed.
" They won't believe it. There is no evidence, Avalon, " I whisper meekly.
She frowns.
" Catalina, he harassed you. He can't get away with it. I won't allow it. "
I shake my head, take hold of her hand, and squeeze it.
" It's a lot of trouble with no promising result. Let it go-- "
" No! " she booms, fury in her eyes. " I can't believe you would say such a thing! No, I won't allow it. I refuse! "
I wince when she yanks her hand back and storms out of the bathroom. Staring after her hurts me deeply, so much so my dried-up eyes are watering again. I blink them away, sigh, and look at myself. I don't recognize myself. The smeared mascara. The messy hair. The pale tone to my skin. My dull eyes. Tearing my gaze away, I head for the door.
Pushing through the door, I freeze in my tracks at the sight of him. I frown, confused.
" Blake? "
Arms crossed, he stares at me with dark eyes and clenched jaw. His eyes scan my appearance and I feel the humiliation overwork my insides.
