Bobbi's pov.
We were on the rooftop and it looked beautiful. I looked at Josh and he was just glaring at the ground.
I was sitting down fiddling with my fingers not knowing what to say.
"Did you like it?" He asked huskily.
"Like what?" I asked confused.
"You know what forget about it." He hissed putting a cigarette in his mouth.
"Fine." I muttered.
I was really mad at the fact that Dylan stole my first kiss. It made me feel very uncomfortable with him now and I was sort of pissed at Josh with his attitude.
"Did you like kissing him?" He snapped again.
No way, but wait why would he care?
"I-
"You know what I don't even give a fuck if you did. You can fuck him all you want I don't give a damn!" He screamed.
Wow. Did he really think that low of me. Did he really think I was a slut.
"I was going to say no I didn't like! But wait.. You don't even give a fuck. Why should you anyway!" I screamed back.
I could feel the tears on my face. Why am I crying all the time. This sucks.
His face then changes into sympathy and guilt.
"Just leave me alone." I said getting up about to leave.
As I was about open the door. Two warm hands are on my waist pulling me back.
"Fuck Bobbi, I'm sorry." He stated hugging me while all I did was cry.
I couldn't help but, turn around and hug him back.
I'm so fucking emotional and it drives me insane.
"You fucking idiot." I muttered.
"I know I'm a fucking idiot."
I was wrong about him not being my cure.Everything about him was my cure though. His hugs,his scent,his voice, his touch,his smile, everything about him kind of brighten up my soul somehow.
Was I falling for Josh Finch.
No you only knew him for about five days. You're overreacting.
It's not like he likes you back anyway. He likes Ashley. Ashley is more prettier than you.
My hands were still wrapped around his waist. So were his.
"Bobbi Norman what are you doing to me." He said looking at me.
"I don't know."
Wow,Bobbi. Great Job!
He chuckles and starts caressing my face.
His eyes bore into mine.
Holy shit is it gonna happen?
He starts leaning in.
Fuck I don't know how to kiss?
He's getting closer now and I can feel my cheeks getting hotter as ever and my legs are getting numb.
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The Troubled Ones
Teen Fiction"We're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all."-The Breakfast Club ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A girl that doesn't eat, a boy that cuts.
