a little collection

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"why are you so invested in my life, why are you so desperate to change the way i am? IM HAPPY WITH THE LIFE I LIVE!" he roars, slamming his fist in the wall angrily.

"You can't keep hooking up with girls and destroying them emotionally, that's not a way to love or live!" i yell back.

"oh yeah? i have my reputation as a player around here, and i can't have some princess here try to ruin it for me!"

"if i'm just some princess then how come you've been hooked on me for these past few months?"

he's silent, his face turning red for a moment.

"the reason you're still relevant in my life is because you WONT LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"oh, that's rich. what were those late night phone calls, where you seemed like an actually decent human being, talking about the stars and such? i believe i'm still relevant in your life because you care about me."

"please. i don't care about anyone."

i falter for a moment, slightly hurt.

"if you don't care about me, then why did you hold me that night when i came to you, crying when that arse used me for sex?"

he steps back, his face clouding with what looked like defeat, but he remains stony.

"you know, you're really-."

"right" i respond smugly

"no, annoying."

"you care. i know you do. i can see it."

his face grows redder and redder as his anger rises.

"why can't you understand that i'm a player, let me spell it out, p-l-a-y-e-r, around here, why can't you let me do this?"

"you're avoiding the question."

"the reason i was holding you was because-because you-i-" he stutters, and he looks embarrassed.

"let me finish for you-sweetheart-" i use his typical name for me for emphasis "-the reason you did all of those things is because you care. you're a sweet guy beneath this cold exterior you've built up, and you need to accept it."

he stares at me for a moment, then he grabs my face, pulling me toward him, crashing his lips onto mine forcefully. there was nothing sweet or gentle about this kiss. it was rough and passionate.

i kiss back with equal amount of force, and my eyes are squeezed shut from surprise and the kiss makes me feel exposed, almost cold.

he breaks away, breathing hard.

"that didn't happen." he says, and i'm shocked at the sound of his voice. it's ragged, almost vulnerable, and i can almost see a few tears forming. he turns sharply, storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

i rush out of the room, following him. i stop when i see that he's already on his next girl, and she's pinned against the lockers. he has his lips pressed against hers, but he doesn't look happy.

they break away, and he takes her hand, leading her to the exit. we make eye contact for a moment, and his face clouds, a guilty look on his face.

i'm left to just stand there, my mouth tingling and left agape. i don't understand. why would he kiss me so forcefully, as if he's been waiting to do that a long time, and just leave like that?

he really is a heartbreaker.