It was a back and forth game. He would fucκ around with another girl, and I would fucκ around with another guy. He would intentionally hurt me, and I would make sure he got burned ten times worse than I did. He would apologize and make it up to me, and I would put my angst aside and do the same.
To others, it looked like a toxic relationship, and returning to Pasadena, I would think the same. But then, it worked for us. It was the only way we knew how to function, the reason why we broke things off in the first place.
Apparently, I fucκed it up for us. 'Til this day, I do not understand what I did wrong, and I don't think I ever would.
"You slept with Bryan," he exclaimed.
"Well, you slept with Erica, so why can't I sleep with Bryan? Why are you filled with so much anger?" I was getting to him, I could sense it. A part of me was telling me to stop, but my frustration was running my mouth at the moment.
"Best friends are off limits."
"Oh, like that ever stopped you," I sneered. I spun around, trying to get to my locker before homeroom, but he latched onto my arm forcing me to face him once again. "What the hell do you want," I seethed.
"A reason why!"
"You're acting like I cheated on you. Newsflash, we aren't together." I yanked my arm out of his hold. "To be honest, we never were."
"You said you lo-," I cut him off before he got to finish the statement.
"I lied," I said. "I never loved you, Elliot. Never have, never will."
Okay, I can see where I went wrong.
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Type A (previously called Quick Fix)
Genç KurguCeline Deon Scriver. She's got a type A personality with a hint of narcissism and the mouth to back it up. Don't let the pretty face fool you.
