Living With The Player

Chapter 20:

Me and Kyle has been dating for about 16 months now and our relationship has been going smoothly. Until everything started going downhill.

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As I walked to class I heard, girls in particular, whispering about this girl and.. Kyle.

"Have you heard? Kyle went to a party and hooked up with Aubrey? What's her name?" This blonde girl asked.

"I think her name is Samantha." The other blonde girl said. And the first blonde girl nodded in agreement and saying 'Yes that's her!'

I don't normally believe in rumors. But when I do, it's usually about someone I care.

As I walk into my 3rd period I was greeted by my friends and I smiled and waved at them and sat down. Then everybody else comes barging in the door and to the corner of my eye, I can see Samantha sitting down to my right. I ignored her and just waited for Kyle's arrival.

"I'm sorry. We were drunk. We didn't mean to hook up. Hope you can forgive me. Oh and don't be mad at Kyle-ee Boo." She said not even sounding a bit sorry. Her nickname for my boyfriend made me cringe so hard.

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After I heard Samantha confirm the rumor. I ran to the restroom and cried my heart out. Kyle. Playboy. Hooking up. It all makes sense. He was still a playboy.

I took my phone out of my pocket and texted him to meet me at the courtyard. I fixed myself a little and wiping my mascara away and adding a new coat to it and I left the bathroom.

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"I'm sorry. It was all an accident. I don't know why I did that." Kyle said. He confirmed it too. He knew all about it. It can't be an accident.

"I trusted you. I loved you. I cared for you. And this is how you pay me back?!" I screamed at him while punching him." I ran away. Ran away to my house.

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I was all alone in the house for about a month because my parents were in a road trip.

I cried my heart out. I didn't think Kyle would do this to me. Is this what I get for loving too much? Because I hate it. I hate love. But I can never hate him. No matter what he says to me, no matter what he does. I can't stop loving him.

I can't stop loving you, playboy.