Kai looks at me with content. Oddly calm and peaceful, "Do i even have to answer?"
"Yes, I want to know your answer."
"Of course I'd rather be your best friend."
I sigh in relief. For a moment I thought I was going to loose him too. He hugs me tightly, but this time it's all friendly. I hug him back tighter trying to hold onto him so I don't fall apart.
Once I pull away I head to gym bidding him goodbye. I sigh once he's gone and walk alone feeling, suddenly, very cold.
I walk with my head down. I hate how lonely and depressed I get when I'm "alone". It's pretty fucking pathetic. Then I get a very wild idea running through my head and I begin speed walking to gym. I quickly change and then our coach announces we'll be doing a game of dodgeball I nearly cringe.
'How cliché.'
And of course another vomit worthy cliché, I'm the last one to be picked. And of course yet another vomit worthy cliché, I suck at dodgeball.
These cliché's are disgusting me by the minute. But I just hide behind all the good players the whole time until all the good players are out. That's when I dodge the balls because, well I'd rather not end up in a coma, thank you very fucking much.
But then one almost hit my fucking head and I get so mad I picked a ball up and threw it at the other side very hard hitting someone in the face. More importantly that bitch that torments me.
Everyone stops and in a shocked voice the coach calls out, "Um..Christy..you're out."
She slams her ball down on the floor causing a loud smack to sound around the gym. She glares daggers at me and when she walks past me she slams her shoulder into mine. I groan and I don't know what came over me but I was so tired of her and so I pushed her to the ground and I got on top of her and started hitting her.
Over and over and over again.
I am not proud. I am so emotionally unstable at the moment I hate the fact that everyone is treating me like I'm so fragile. I mean at the moment I am, but everyone else knows it.
I am completely and utterly fucking pathetic.
