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     He was always on my mind! I couldn't resist looking through our messages, patiently waiting for another to pop up. For another sweet compliment to pop up. We talked about almost everything. We reminisced and rediscovered. Thing was... He was there, I was here. Meaning we was going to different high schools and who knowssssss what will satisfy him in there. Whole new opportunities. Whole new reason to let me go. I had to leave him alone... 

To get my mind off things I went to sit on the front steps of my grandmother house. Getting air was the best solution for me. 

"Kyle, you want some popcorn and soda ?" Asked my grandmother.

I have two grandmother's. No, they're not gay ! I have my grandmother and my great grandmother. Being as though they live in a two family house, one lives downstairs and the other lives upstairs.

"Yeah, sure !"

"Well come in and get it, you're not gonna eat it outside with these ants on the steps" She said in disgust.

I couldn't help but chuckle. She complains about everything ! I swear you'll be surprised.

As I sat in the living room and stuffed a mouth full of popcorn in my mouth, my phone lit up. It was my Facebook and it was buzzing. As I opened the app.. There it was... The video of me and Yasir....

"Oh my god! That's Kylie ?!"

"She was getting her shit bounced!"

"I should've went, I would've had that."

"She was on everybody."

"Ain't that her ex?!!"

"Wowww.. LMAOO."


     I had to take a deep breath to keep myself from responding to some of those comments. I'm not one to get easily angered by something online, cause people gonna talk. The reason I was upset because I don't like my business being put online without my permission. I reported the video over thirty times. Within the next hour, the video was deleted. 

     I kept checking my phone to see if Yasir texted me. Did he see the video? I kept calm, but I didn't know how long I could stay that way. Did he grow bored of me that quick ?! I knew I needed to leave him alone. Now I'm angry...



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