Ms. Believer [On Hold]

21. California

The discussion with Harry didn't take us to any good or bad place really. He kept saying that he was "extremely sorry" for what he did. I get that he and Aaron have some kind of competitiveness but why would he lie to me? If he was honest since the beginning I would have kissed him a while ago, hell I would've even took pictures of us kissing and put them around the whole college just to make him win.

Lying about health is really fucked up. I mean, honestly I already suspected that something was wrong with his illness. He literally remembered everything and that time when we went horse riding and he said something about his arm. How stupid.

I wasn't mad at him or anything. It got me sad and put me in a bad mood the fact that he lied to me. I hate lies. You always lie to everyone about how you feel, two faced whore. It's different dear friend subconscious.

He even got in his knees to make me forgive him. I didn't. I lightly kissed his cheek and walked out of my bedroom. No tears, no yells, no calling each other names. Just the word that I hate the most being repeated around 20 times, I'm sorry.

The whole flight to Los Angeles was peaceful to me. I loved the feeling I was getting, every time I got slowly closer to home, my home.

The 8 hours flight was worth it. I'm finally going to see my grandma and nothing could stop the way I was feeling.

5446 miles away from Harry will make me think about it. Who am I trying to fool? Of course I will forgive him. I'm not that childish. We all make mistakes.

It's been awhile since I saw California's sky when it's dawn. I loved the way it looked. It could be dark, almost black when there were no stars in the night sky, and suddenly it would turn a dark blue with hints of purple, then yellow, orange, a hint of pink, red and still purple. It looked beautiful. The sun rays made it look dramatic, breathtaking.

As I admired the beautiful sky through the small window a voice called from the speakers, indicating that we had arrived to Los Angeles.

Around ten minutes passed when I was already out of the plane, the crowded airport made me feel weird and so... confident. I felt weird in a good way.

As I walked down the stairs I spotted a blonde haired girl with hints of light purple and pink on her short hair, she was holding a sign it said Kenny.

Gwen. Fucking hell.

I walked towards her faking a smile, she smiled back at me, of course we both were faking smiles, if we could we would kill each other.

"Kenny!" She said as she wrapped her tiny arms around me, I fucking hate it when she touches me.

I pulled away as quickly as I could, "Hey" I smiled once more.

I just hope she isn't invited to any of the activities that Grandma has planned for us, my Grandma is absolutely against the way my aunt has raised her, she is arrogant, selfish and has an ugly heart, not joking.

She took my baggage, it took the little tiny piece of respect I have towards her to not push her away and yell at her that I hate when she touches anything I own.

We walked through the crowd and made our way to her $100,000 dollars white car. I felt extremely uncomfortable with this. I thought that my grandma would come to pick me up, not Gwen.

"Aren't you happy to be here?" She asked as I put the seatbelt on, I just nodded, if with that she is gonna shut her mouth then I'll say yes to everything.