Possessive Over A Bitch (NOT EDITED)

Chapter 20: Try Harder!

It was sad.

I was sad.

Life was sad.

This was one of the mornings where I struggled to get out of bed, move or even breathe. Well, that's kind of an exaggeration. The reason I was feeling this way wasn't because of laziness. It was because my heart ached.

Last time I talked to Hunter, he said he liked two girls at the same time, Stacy and I.

But while talking to Austin on the phone earlier last night, he mentioned something about Hunter and Stacy dating.

It broke my heart.

But of course I didn't admit it, not even to Austin.

He chose her over me. Of course, he chose her over me. Why would he choose a bitch? He clearly didn't like me as much as he liked her. He was just being possessive of me because he thought I was Austin's girl.

That's right, that's the reason.

I was an idiot, letting my guards down and thinking I would get picked over that Barbie. She was as big of a bitch as me, if not even bigger; but she was way prettier than I ever will be which is all that matters to guys. Especially to guys like Hunter.

How did I even come to like such a douche.

To Austin:
'I'm coming over'

From Austin:
'Why right now? Weren't you coming over later?'

To Austin:
'No, I'm coming now!'

From Austin:
'Pick up beer on your way here'

To Austin:
'Two boxes?'

From Austin:
'Three'

To Austin:
'3333???'

From Austin:
'I'm in a drinking mood today'

I left the conversation at that and went on a hunt for beer. I was sure we had some boxes in the house. I asked mom if she had any and she found 4 packs, so I took all of them. Mom had to drop me off because I couldn't carry it all by myself.

I rung the doorbell and Austin came out in no time. He immediately kneeled down and picked up two beer packs and walked inside and I followed him in with the other two packs in my hands.

"I'll be right back" I told him before heading off to his room and pulling on his basketball shorts. I took off my t-shirt, leaving me with a tank top that I wore underneath.

I walked out to see him already with a beer can in his hand.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" I asked him with a smile, sitting down next to him on the couch.

He looked at me, few seconds longer than usual. Then, he chugged down all of the content from the can.

His eyes were red, not angered ones, more concerned and sad ones.