•emilys pov
"white or black." i said holding two pairs of vans up towards my bestfriend peyton.
she looks at my outfit and back at the shoes. "white." she says nodding towards my right arm.
after i put on my shoes and sit down and peyton looks at me. "what?" i say smiling "what happend to you at the party, why did you leave early?" she says looking worried. "no reason" i say attempting to lie.
"you're lying." she says crossing her arms.
i let out sigh and throw myself backwards my head landing on the bed.
"matthew happened." i breathe.
"matthew like your matthew." she asks her eyes popping out. "holy shit tell me what happened?" she jumped up.
i really don't want tell her because it will just lead me to crying and pouring out my feelings. "i don't want to talk about it." i say blankly.
"i don't give a shit tell me, i tell you everything." she yells.
she has a point. she does tell me everything. "fine." i pout.
"when you were dancing with that weird guy i went outside and i seen a couch swing so, i decided to sit there and wait for you. as i got closer i seen a person but i shrugged it off when i sat down i noticed it was matt. i tried to get up but he already noticed me."
"damn did y'all talk?"
"yeah."
"what was it about?" she says looking really interested. "it was just bullshit about him missing me."
"you know you still love him right."
"definitely not." i shoot back quickly.
the truth is i really don't know if i love matt or not. i haven't even sat down with him to actually have a conversation yet.
hell, i don't even know why did they kiss.
"you know you love him stop bullshiting."
"i don't want to talk about this." i say walking away.
umm i really don't know wtf this is..
nyla⭐
