Love Peoms

XI

Chapter 11- 

"I'm so sorry Bree." I said while driving Bree to her house.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have blamed you." Tears started to fill her eyes. "I was just frustrated. I love you so much but you have a boyfriend so I have to just get over you."

I pulled into her driveway and parked the car.

"I feel bad for leaving you when you needed me the most." I looked over at her. "I have to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"I liked you too but I was scared to tell you. I though you where straight."

Her eyes opened wide as I got out of the car. We both went into her house. Her mom wasn't home so it was empty.

"How long did you like me?" She asked we walked into her living room. 

"Since last summer." I smiled at her.

"Wow. Obviously you don't feel that way anymore but, wow."

I made a horrible decision and pressed her against the wall with my arms on both sides of her body.

"Zoe, what are you doing?"

I leaned in and kissed her. At first she pulled away but eventually she settled into the kiss. There it was, my first kiss.

"ZOE!?" I heard a voice yell while me and Bree where kissing.

Fuck I just made the worst decision of my life. I instantly pulled away from the kiss and looked at Corban.

"What the fuck Zoe. I was supposed to be your first kiss." His face was red.

"I- I."

"Just shut up and get the fuck out of my life!" He slammed the door shut.

"Fuck!" I yelled as tears filled my eyes.

"Zoe, it's okay. You just messed up, we all do."

I sat on her couch and cried my eyes out. Bree sat next to me and comforted me as I sobbed. I had just fucked up everything.

"I'm sorry Bree, I keep fucking up." I cried out. 

"It's okay Zoe, we are human, we mess up." 

"I really loved him!" 

"Then why did you kiss me!?" He face narrowed.

"I don't know." I said with a normal yet sad tone. "I just felt gay for a few seconds."

"Zoe, that's not how it works. You can't really be gay for a few seconds. It's who you are as a person. It's not a mood."

"I was joking Bree." I smiled and she smiled back.

"Damn it." She chuckled and looked at me. "I am really sorry for yelling at you. I guess when you're about to kill yourself, you go psychotic."

"It's okay. I'm sorry for leaving you." I looked down at my lap. "I really want to ask you something but I'm not sure if it's too soon."

"Ask me whatever you want."

"Alright." I grabbed her hand and looked into her ocean blue eyes. "Will you go out with me?"

Her eyes widened.

"W-what?" She smiled. "I mean, yes. I will go out with you!"

"Yay!" I smiled and leaned in to kiss her.

When I kissed her, something was missing. The spark. I didn't feel the spark when I kissed her like I did with Corban, but I looked past that.

"I better get home now." I said while standing up. "Dinner's probably ready."

"Okay. I love you." She gave me a quick kiss.

"I love you too."

Her cheeks reddened as I said that.

I smiled at her and went to my car.

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"Oh my god." I said while looking on instagram.

My heart was beating really fast and I was about to have a panic attack while I was scrolling through posts about me.

Corban and his friends that I had met posted a bunch of horrible photos about me.

They where bad pictures of me with mean captions. They must have taken these pictures secretly. I'm not sure when. 

There where many horrible posts about me on all of their accounts. I kept scrolling and reading all of the captions.

 "I bet Zoe Payton likes it hard, from behind, probably likes to get spanked too. I mean, just look at her, she has a serious come-fuck-me-face."

  "I have the time and the heart to fall and feel in love, but I am scared that I cannot certainly tell the difference between a slut and a beloved anymore."  

"Sluts are just girls who can't control their whore-mones."

I couldn't believe this. That asshole humiliated me on social media. I opened my laptop and went to the 'delete an instagram account' page. I couldn't look at these posts anymore so I decided to delete my account.

I entered my password and I pressed the delete button. I did the same for Facebook. Looking at these posts would just make me feel even worse about what I did.

I cried into my hands for 20 minutes, just thinking about how much I fucked up my life. I really liked Corban. I loved him but now he hates me.

What if he didn't love me? He is a fuck boy. Maybe he just wanted me for sex. Why the hell is he calling me a slut? He's the slut. I stopped crying and looked up.

I shouldn't be upset over this. I didn't have sex with Bree. I didn't have sex with anyone. Corban is a whore. I know he is. Maybe other people don't know that he is a whore but at least I know he is.

I got out of my chair and sat at my desk. I pulled out a blank sheet of paper and a pencil.

Yes, another poem about Corban but no, this is not a love poem. This is the opposite of a love poem. I hope he reads this one just like he read my other ones. He read those after he lied to me. 

Corban

I'm still in love, but not with you

You though you hurt me

But now I'm talking to this new girl

Simply because you have no class

You can go ahead and kiss my ass

So sit around and talk your shit

Screw you and your tiny ass dick

You think you can do better?

Cool story bro

I hope you get herpes

From your new little how

You said you loved me

But it wasn't true

Well guess what sweetheart 

I played you too </3