My life: Messed up [on hold]

Damn it

I slowly make my way to the front door. I swear to god if it's that person who I think it is. He's in for a rough time. I open the door that leads to the hallway and then make my way to the front door. I open it in one swing, and yes. It's him. He looks at me with his blinding smile.

"What do you want!" I yell at him. "If this is all a joke! Just tell me! I can't take this any longer! This is pure torture!" I keep yelling at him. And when he's about to say something I slam
The door shut in his face. I should've thrown a brick to his head. Would've been more effective in my opinion. Apparently he doesn't take no for an answer. He keeps knocking on the door. Luckily I keep ignoring him. He keeps on knocking until I cannot bear it anymore. I angrily make my way to the door and swing it open.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT PRICK!" I yell at him. My anger taking the best of me. I just cannot hold it back. He deserves all of this. He deserves my hate, my pure flaming hate. He played me, like he would do with any other girl. But he still played me. How could he do this. He ruined my life enough already.

"What is it? What's wrong?" He says calming.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" I run upstairs and grab my phone. When I come back I can see him still standing where he stood when I left him. I open my phone and go to Facebook. I quickly try to find the message and when I found it I wave it Infront of his face.

"THIS IS WHATS WRONG! HOW COULD YOU." He quickly reads through the message. And then, the prick starts to laugh. He actually has the nerve to laugh.

"What's so funny!" I still yell at him but not as loud as before.

"You do realise that it wasn't me who sent this?" He laughs.

"What do you mean! It says it right here! 'Samuel Lares'." He grins some more.

"Let me explain, my name is Samuel Lares. If you'd look at the name that sent you the message. It says Samuel_Lares." My name doesn't have an underscore." I look at him. My mouth hanging open. He just, oh my god. I just yelled at him for about 15 minutes and he didn't do anything. Okay this isn't karma, damn I messed this up.

"Look Sam, I'm sorry...Ye Uhm. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I was blinded." He eyes me from top to toe. I'm still trying to find the right words but he has another solution.

"Bella, it's okay." He steps inside and before I can say anything he spins me around and kisses me. Again. Damn what happened to moral. Agh go to hell moral. He's such a good kisser.

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