Lol I can't stop staring at that kid's cheeks though. Especially the right cheek. It's so..he's so chubby.
I'm still staring.
I apologise for the lack of drama in this chap.
It's more of a filler though.
I've heard that crying relieves stress. And it's been scientifically proven too. According to science, it helps to wash away the chemicals linked to stress out of our body.
But why did I still feel stressed after crying for an hour?
Asher had left long back, without a word. I didn't say anything as I understood that he needed some alone time.
Cass was now sitting on the sofa, staring into nowhere as I sobbed. I didn't want to lose Cass, no, she was my best friend and well, the only one who cares about me.
"Cass, please let me explain...I'll tell you the truth." I assured her, holding back a sob.
"Explain," she said in a monotone voice, still staring into nowhere.
So I told her. Everything. From the day Elliot proposed me to the night I spent at Asher's house. I gave her all the details. I didn't dare to hide anything from her now.
"Ash's...he's leaving?" She asked, doubtfully.
"Probably. I-I'm not sure," I replied.
Silence.
"Sorry." I muttered.
Silence again.
"Do you forgive me?" I asked, hopelessly.
If I was in her place, I'd say no. I'm sure she'll do the same too. Like, who wouldn't?
"Goodnight," she spoke as she got up and went to her room, locking it.
She never used to lock her room.
Now that I was alone, I wondered about that video. Who sent it? And moreover, why would anyone do such a thing?
Unless that person really hates me, Cass, Asher or Elliot. Or that person simply does all this for fun.
So many possibilities.
All of a sudden, I decided to check the time for no reason. I looked at the watch hanging in the hall and found out that it was a little below one now.
Right before I was about to go to bed with my tears flowing out non-stop, I thought about Asher. Was he alright? Or was he doing something he isn't supposed to?
Just to make sure, I decided to give him a call.
"Pick the fuck up, pick the fuck up." I muttered, as the phone kept on ringing.
"Hello?" I heard a man's voice say.
"Is this Asher- I mean Ashford?" I asked, doubtfully.
"No shit Sherlock. How in the world of fuck can't you know whom you're calling, huh bitch?" He replied, obviously quite angry.
"Do you know who you're talking to?" I asked, holding back a sob.
"Interesting question. But I think you've mistaken me for someone who gives a shit." He answered.
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The Guy Who Called Me An A-class Bitch
Romance"Well, because she's an A-class bitch." He replied, casually, like calling random girls a bitch was nothing too unusual. Cass gasped. "How can you say that? Do you have any idea what she does to guys who call her a bitch, wait no, didn't you also do...
