Chapter Three:
"I bet you liked it that I was shirtless under my jersey. You know you like my sexiness!"
I choked on my Sprite. "Heck no. But I bet Kristin did." I said with a wink. He gulped.
"Change the subject...please, Farah." He said, looking down.
"What? You don't like the fact that the biggest slut in the school likes, I mean, wants to do you?" We were walking into my house at the moment I said that.
"Oh, so you're talking about yourself again? And you call me selfish."
I stopped, while he slammed into my back. Oh no he did NOT just say that. Then I turned around and slapped him. Oh well, He freaking deserves that. He looked shocked, then he must've realised what he just said to me because he looked ashamed. Well, ashamed at something.
"I didn't mean it, Farah! I'm so sorry. Everytime someone says something about her, I don't know. I just snap. You're the last person I would snap at."
"Obviously not, Kyle. I may not be a guy, but haven't you ever hear of 'bros before hoes'? Once again, Obviously not. F^ck you, Kyle." I snapped at him, before running up the stairway, leaving him. I ran into my room and slammed the door so he'll get the message to leave me alone. I crashed unto my bed, pouring my eyes out. My bed still smelled like Kyle...
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My foot hit a rectangular object, and I suddenly was jerked awake. I opened my eyes to my clock staring back at me. It was two in the morning. I moaned, and threw back my covers. My eyes felt swollen and puffy. I heard the box fall to the floor. I know that sound from anywhere. SweetTarts! I looked down at the floor, where a box of my favorite candy was laying. I picked them up, and saw that there was a note taped to the side of the box. It read:
I'm so sorry. Didn't mean to say that, Farah. You're right. Even if you're a girl, you still come before hoes. Please forgive my PMS behavior. -Kyle x
I laughed at the last sentence. Not because he asked to forgive him, just at the PMS part. I will forgive him. Maybe. Then i realised he REALLY did hurt me, even if he's my best friend or not. Or maybe i'm just over reacting. I didn't want to start crying again. No way. I got back into my bed, and rested my head face-first into my pillow. My hand went searching my bed stand for my iPod. once I found it, I put my earphones in and started drifting off to my favorite song in the whole world.
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She is Love
Humor-C o m p l e t e d- Friendship should all be about trust, right? Wrong. Or that's how Farah feels nowadays in her recent and old relationships. But by her getting caught up in her own world of recent relationships, she must rely on her old ones as w...
