My mistake (l.t.)

13.

Hey guys!! I know I've missed it but happy thanksgiving!! And if you're reading I'm so glad you isn't get trampled at Black Friday!! I got tons of stuff what did you guys get? Anyway I love you all and remember to vote and comment like cray-cray ok? Gotta get back to school. Now ladies and gentlemen may I present chapter 13!

Kim's P.O.A.

The next morning was hell. I woke up with tear stains on my eyes from crying last night. Every time I tried to close my eyes I pictured her and him, him grabbed her hips and rocking it against his, his lips crushing into hers, the way he acted towards me... I felt the tears swell up again. After sitting on my bed, debating whether I should just call in sick today or not, I finally decided to go since it was Friday and I was getting paid today.

My feet heavily hit the floor and I dragged myself out of bed. my closet was filled with nothing I wanted to wear yet I continued to search through the clothes until I found light blue skinnys and a long sleeve floral shirt. I slipped on some Oxfords and readied myself for the monster mess if which would be my tear stained face.

Make-up could not have been my saviour enough. I about used the entire container of foundation to cover the deep purple circles beneath my eyes. I almost never wear makeup but today was my exception, eyeliner was slid underneath my eye, causing my eye to water from my lack of experience.

I finally decided there was nothing I could do and put down my make-up bag. I grabbed my bag and sketch book, skipping breakfast because I knew whatever I put in I would just throw up.

I held on to every strength I had not to cry as I walked to work, not even caring about the pounds or rain being poured on my head.

Usually it kinda made my day when Mozzie said good morning but today it pissed me off. Why does he get to me so happy, I blamed him even though he had nothing to do with the situation. As tried to smiled as I walked passed him and into the elevator. The elevator seemed lonelier then it ever did.

"Oh hey how you?" Mollie chimed, her pixie cut,blonde hair covering her eyes.

"Fine," I stated. no just kidding I found the guy I like kissing another girl, I mentally added. That's the problem with me, I get too attached, not like crazy girlfriend but the kind where I fall for people too easy and its always gotten me into trouble.

I found my area and right away grabbed a brush and some paint. I already had a canvas from when I showed Louis around. Images of us kissing and his tongue exploring my mouth filled my mind. I pushed them into the farthest corner of my mind and began to paint.

"Hey so are you and that Louis guy like a thing," Mollie's annoying tone interrupted my thoughts.

"No, we aren't." I said a little harsher than I should've.

"So you wouldn't mind if I took a swing at him?" I wanted to gag at the thought if them together.

"Yeah, sure, go for it." I said with a flat tone, trying to encourage her to leave.

She got the clue and left me, only to come back a few moments later.

"Hey I thought you said you and Louis weren't a couple?" I turned around to see Mollie with her hands in her hips as she gave me a skink eye.

"We aren't, I wasn't lying f that's what your excusing me of," I shot back.

"Then why is he downstairs asking for you?" she gave me the bitch look.

What? why the hell was Louis here? for a second my heart lifted at the thought of him being here but all my hate and anger demolished that thought quickly.