Bad Boy ~ Good Girl

Regret

   I regretted opening the door because when I did it was Harry who was there. I laughed and the slammed the door closed. I heard a yelp of pain before he reopened the door, holding his nose. "Who the hell do you think you are?!" I yelled at him. He removed his hand from his face.

"I came to apologize. I didn't know you didn't know I was coming." He said.

"Well I don't accept your apology."

"I didn't expect you to." He said.

"Then why'd why'd you bother?"

"I had to put it out there. I'm also sorry you're stuck up here." He took a step closer to me and I was trapped by the wall. "I offered to take this attic but your parents insisted against it."

"That's my mom for you."

"Still as kind as I remember her."

"Shut the hell up." I snapped at him.

"What??"

"You're not allowed to say that!"

"Why?" He asked me.

"Because you cheated on me!"

"One: we dated three years ago. Two: I did not cheat on you. I'm not that kind of guy and I never was." he spoke calmly. "and I never will be."

"I don't believe."

"Whatever. It's the truth."

"I have proof!"

"False proof!" He argued. He sighed. "That's not why I came up here."

"If it's another apology I don't want to here it." I told him.

"It's not." He laughed. "Are you still friends with Ashley?" He asked. Ashley is my best friend who caught him cheating on me.

"Yes. Which is really none of your business." I said. He looked at the floor smiling. "I thought smiling at the ground made you insecure?" He looked at me and seemed like he was about to say something about how i actually listened to his music.

"Look closer at that photo she showed of Kyla jumping me." He wibked at me and then retreated from my room. What the hell is he talking about?

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   Because I'm a cautious paranoid over thinker, I took out my phone and saught out the picture Ashley texted me three years ago. I had it saved somewhere.

  The picture was grusome. Kyla was in only a bra, while she was wearing shorts, nobody wants to see her nasty bra. She had my shirtless ex pressed the lockers with her lips locked to his. It hurt so much looking at this picture.

"Look closer?" I spoke out loud. Why? What the hell does he mean? I zoomed in on the picture. She was blonde; obvious. Kyla had blonde hair, tan skin...

   I looked closer and noticed brunette roots at the top of her head. Kyla is a natural light blonde hair, she didn't have brunette roots. Suddenly I felt angry. Ashley had just died her hair blonde a few days prior to him cheating on me. I looked at a picture dated a day after the one she texted me. Ashley had the same brown roots at the top of her hand and was wearing the same bracelet as "Kyla" in the other picture. Now I was furious!! 

    I ran down stairs as tears streamed down my face. I banged on the guest bedroom door before giving up and going inside. He wasn't in there. I heard mom dad and Anne talking down stairs so the only person whom could be in the bathroom is Harry. It took me forty minutes to realize the pic was of Ashley. My best friend. Or ex-best friend from now on.

   I banged on the bathroom door until he finally opened it. He was shirtless, you can count the muscles of his six pack, his abs were so large and his biceps...His hair was wet like he had just gotten out of the shower. He was only wearing a towel. "Bloody hell, what's with you- Oh Tyler...I..you figured it out."

"Why, why did you wait so long to tell me it was Ashley you cheated with? My boyfriend cheats with my best friend. Nice touch."

"I tried to tell you wasn't Kyla who attacked me. You were so mad that you thought I had cheated you didn't let me speak."

"What kind of sick, twisted, mental person cheats on their girlfriend with their girlfriend's best friend?!"

"I didn't cheat on-"

"Save it." I said. I have to talk to Ashley.