bad boy kisses (completed) ✔

22. I hate myself for loving him.

"When the stars go out, you can rest your love on me."

—Rest your Love by the Vamps

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[ S O P H I A ]

I'm currently in the girls' restroom, bawling my eyes out. Why? Because I miss him, I miss him so much. I want him to come back to me and just tell me that we're okay, that we're fine and that...that he loves me too.

But I know in my heart, all this happens in Cinderella stories and clichés. My life was reality—it wasn't some fun story to tell people so they could crack smiles and laugh off their asses.

This was me—broken and torn. Broken by a boy who I loved but torn between him and his best friend.

Why do I even love him? People would ask me that but the truth is that I just do.

No matter how stupid it sounded, I just did.

With the limited time I had spent with him, I couldn't help but fall head over heels for some guy who I knew was trouble.

I didn't need a definite reason to love him, I just had to—unconditionally.

"I hate you! So much!" I yell at my own reflection, at least I can yell at my own reflection thinking that it's Max I'm yelling at.

"I wish you die! And...and you rot in hell!" I throw my bag on the floor as the image of Max kissing Victoria invades my mind yet again—just like it had been for the past forty five minutes.

"Sophia, are you okay?" An unfamiliar voice echoes in my ears, making me turn around.

"Lucy." I mutter, hiding my face from her—knowing that I looked like utter shit. I hear her coming closer to me as she unwraps my hands from my face and looks at me.

I was seriously surprised when she didn't pass any sarcastic comments at my appearance.

For a second, I even doubted if such a kind girl could be Nash's girlfriend.

"Sophia," she takes my name, tears brimming in my eyes yet again.

"Hey, it's okay." She soothes and I waste no time and throw my arms around her, as though I needed her.

"Be my hug buddy please?" I say.

"Sure." She chuckled lightly and strokes my hair, continuously patting my back.

I was crying like I had never before, what was even happening to me? Other people also went through breakups but they didn't let it effect themselves that much, now did they?

Take Max for example, I'm sure he has better things to do than cry over a stupid breakup.

Lucy, though, didn't care if she barely knew me or whether she was puzzled or not because soon she wrapped her arm around me, pulling me close as though telling me silently that it was okay.

That she was there for me.

"Shush, it's okay. Let's get you home." She says grabbing my bag from the ground and walking out the door with her hand in mine. As though I was a lost puppy that would get lost if I let go.

"We're leaving school." She stated, walking towards her car. Once she secured me in the passenger's seat, she sat in the driver's seat and asked me my house address.

"Jus—just ta—take a right fr—from the main road and then a le—left into the street, the first house in the corner." It felt so hard to just croak out the simplest of words.