I didn't mean to go out with Piper that night. It was cold and she got bored of staying inside of her house, so she texted me and made it sound like she really needed someone at the time.
Although I didn't want her to, Piper drank.
"I- I think I love you, Kate." I had whispered, her head in my lap. She instantly sat up and slapped me in the face.
"I'm sorry" I remembered saying as I held my cheek, though I knew it shouldn't be me apologising.
Her breath reeked of vodka and her eyes were blood red from tears.
Next thing I knew, we were kissing.
I pushed her against the wall and whenever she tried to escape, I'd punch the wall beside her.
She wasn't the one that was apprehensive. I was.
"You don't love me," Piper gasped as she pushed my chest, our faces not even an inch away from each others. "You can't love me."
"Why not."
"Because..." she hesitated. "Oliver I'm gay."
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Hide What You Feel
Short StoryAlthough it was only the cafe that connected them, they understood each other better than anyone else did. Every single day was its own story. A story that was told through eyes and rumors. Hiding what they felt was easier than hiding bruises and s...
