Paparazzi (The outsiders ff)

I lost count XD

this is a really quick update since I'm grounded from the computer T^T

Anas POV

The loud thumping of my switchblade stabbing the wooden table could be herd echoing through the empty house, I had gotten out of that damn hospital a while ago and I was pissed. I hated him, I really really did. I wanted to splatter that stupid kid against the wall. But then, I didn't. Not one smack, or punch, or kick my old man could have ever given me could of hurt as bad as pony did. The thumping got louder the more I thought of what he said to me.

There isn't an us, there was never an us.

I scoff, who was I kidding? He never liked me, he never thought of me the same way I did him. All I was, was a girl. Just a random girl that just happened to be there. My heart welled up in my chest, a few tears escaping. I was nothing. I was that crazy maniac that kept going after the guy. They annoying bitch that wouldn't leave the guy alone. While Sherri and Ponyboy were the happy pair that could overcome everything.

I drop my switch, but I wasn't crazy. I don't understand.

He defended me when his gang told him I was no good, no one does that. But he's Pony. That's just how he naturally is. I hold my face in my hands, I was stupid. I was a complete idiot.

I was angry, but I shouldn't be. Pony should be the one who's angry. I kept getting on the way. I was nothing. I threw the table over in anger. He made me feel special, like I was important. I didn't want to let him down. I felt like I was the only one in the world, the only one he wanted to talk to.

I fell to my knees,

The only one he wanted to see.

I clutched my chest, it hurt, so bad. Was I having a heart attack?

I squeeze my chest, wincing at the throbbing pain.

What was wrong with me?

I managed to pull myself up off the floor, getting my switch. I suddenly felt ugly, pulsing anger.

He thinks he could do this to me? He thinks this is over? That he could just treat girls like trash? I don't think so!

I glance at my blade, a plan forming in my head. The love is gone, Curtis. This is war.