❝you're making it so hard for me to hate you matt❝
❝then don't.❝
(🪩) 𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞 has been trying to make it as youtuber with her bestfriends for years, but she never gets the attention she deserves. she keeps wondering when her time is...
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CHAPTER FORTY.ᐟ ⤷ ❝SLUT❝
irl, social media,...
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IRL
the rain was merciless, pounding against the pavement in deafening waves. it came down in heavy sheets, soaking through sienna's hoodie, her jeans, her skin.
it clung to her like a second layer, cold and suffocating, but she didn't care. not when she was sprinting after waylon, her breath ragged, her pulse a drumbeat of panic in her ears.
"waylon!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the storm.
he didn't stop.
her heart lurched as she caught up, just as he reached his car, her fingers locking around his arm. "waylon, wait!"
he ripped himself away so violently she almost lost her balance, like her touch was something filthy, something disgusting.
when he spun to face her, his expression was nothing but contempt—sharp, cruel, cutting straight through her.
"don't," he snapped, voice venomous. "i don't want to hear whatever excuse you're about to throw at me, sienna."
the coldness in his voice sliced deeper than the rain.
but she didn't let it stop her. not now.
"you don't get to walk away like this!" she shot back, her voice cracking but firm. "i'm sorry, waylon, i—"
a sharp, bitter laugh ripped from his throat, cutting her off. it was harsh, mocking, filled with something ugly.
"oh, you're sorry?" he ran a hand through his rain-soaked hair, shaking his head like she was the most pathetic thing he'd ever seen. "jesus, you still don't get it, do you?" his eyes burned, seething. "i should've walked away a long time ago."
