Fool.

11: love

I stood up and tried to wipe off my running mascara, but it was already dried. Wyatt parked and quickly got of out the car. He ran over to me and hugged me tight. I tried to get out of his embrace, but it was no use. I was only 120 pounds and he obviously worked out a lot. "LET ME FUCKING GO YOU TWAT!" I screamed. Tears started to flow out of my eyes again. "CALM THE FUCK DOWN ARI!" He screamed back and hugged me tighter. I gave in and just broke down crying. I fell to my knees. "Leave me alone." I said softly. Wyatt sat down with me, hugging me softly. "Not like this." He said, his voice quivering like he was about to cry too. I shook my head. "Hear me out... I'm sorry, baby." He started to cry. "I'm so sorry. My...this is an awful excuse... I tried to act 'cool' in front of them. Those people. I know it was fucked up." He hugged me tighter with every word. "Jesus Wyatt... You know how messed up you sound right now?" I told him. I had quit crying... I'm more mad than sad now. "I know, I know." He said and pulled away, sitting close next to me. He bowed his head and put his hand on his forehead. I looked at him in disgust. He turned to face me. He broke down in more tears. "You fucking twat." I called him and stood up. "You call me a dumb bitch in front of everyone, and acted like you hated me. You think those people care about you? Well they don't. Girls only like you because you seem like a sex God and guys only are around you too seem cool. They aren't true friends if you feel like you have to treat me like dirt in front of them." He stood up and tried to talk. I slapped him hard across the face. "I care for you, God damnit. I Fucking care. You threw me away like I was one of your Saturday night makeout buddies.... You told me I wasn't and I fucking believed you. That's what you tell all of them, right? Jesus Wyatt....I love you. I fucking love--" he kissed me harshly shutting me up. He pulled away for a min "I love you too" he kissed me again harshly....I didn't fight him off.