he was right behind her.
he reached out to grab her wrist but
hesitated, andwhen she veered around, she
practically slapped him across the face.
"what the hell?"
she pointed a finger in his face. "you
are a fucking player. trying to be nice
and get on my good side when all you
wanted was what, sex? i should've
fucking know than to-"
his strained to get his
voice to reach her ears.
"really, virginia?"
his voice lowered, and his face
had no intention of hiding his
hurt.
"you really think that i
would write something like
that to you? you really think
i'd want to hurt you like that?"
she looked away, cheeks warm with
shame.
"oh," he took a step away
from her. "you actually thought
i would do that to you."
"caleb—"
"i don't want to hear it," he
started walking away. "i'm so
sick of you and your stereotypes.
i'm not some dumb fuckboy that
wants to get into your pants. my
social status or popularity or
whatever the fuck you want to call
it doesn't mean shit. you act like i
care so much about it, but you're the
one that's been concerned about it the
whole time. why can't you stop for
five seconds and realize that i just
want to be with you?"
she didn't reply.
he turned around and left.
