He won't talk to me. I know he sees me. I know he sees me because I'm not invisible and I stand so close to him that his breathing sways my hair back and forth.
But he just looks through me and turns his back.
So I make him talk to me.
I walk right up to him during the lunch block and poor my grande non-fat vanilla latte all over his lap.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!"
It's nonfat. You'll still make weight for wrestling. No need to cry about it.
"You are such a bitch. What do you want from me?"
Everyone was staring at us now. Cerrah's retinas were burning my cheeks. "I want you to talk to me."
Pathetic. That's how I felt.
Pathetic. That's what everyone behind me whispered.
Pathetic. That's what Cerrah snickered.
"Hmph. That's pathetic."
I knew it was. I didn't need him to say it out loud. I needed him to understand.
Fuck you, I said. And he smirked. He smirked the way he had that first day, but I could see the evil behind it.
Fuck you, I said. And he smirked because I already had.
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Girl Undone
RomanceThe 100 days of a girl's life documented as she unravels; Her love is denied by her best friend and she ultimately starts to go stir crazy, actually crazy, and everything in-between. There are no limits to revenge...
