The days buzzed by. The week was almost over.
I couldn't stop thinking about what happened between me and Daniel. Most of all I couldn't stop thinking about what he said to me.
”I should have just fucked you when you wanted me to,then passed you on to Jake just like I did all the other girls. That would have saved me the trouble.”
Over and over again those words repeated themselves in my head, they were the main cause for my on going headache and heartache. They were victorious at throbbing at my head and my heart.
As I cuddled my self into the blanket more, a single tear slipped. How could he say that to me? The worst part is that he actually meant it. Maybe he didn't mean for it to come out, but he meant it. Oh my heart hurts. I should have stayed away from that stupid jerk.
I turned over looking at my window, thinking how funny my curtains looked closed. It wasn't suppose to be like this. I got up and moved them back, telling myself not to even look in his house's direction, but my eyes had a mind of there own and had already found Daniel's retreating figure leaving to get into his car. His head swung in my direction and I moved back to where he couldn't see me. I hope he didn't see me. Peeking, I watched him still standing there, silently looking my way. Not at me, but at my room, almost like he was remembering something. With a shake of his head he got into his car and drove away.
A part of me wanted him to see me. Wanted him to apologize even if he didn't mean it. That part of me was pitiful.
Deciding to sit down and not lay, like I've been doing all week, I grabbed my phone to give Layla a call. I hadn't talked to my girls in so long, there's just been entirely too much going on, but right now I needed atleast one of them more than ever. And Layla already knowing most of the situation, took the cake.
I played with the hem of my Nike shirt as the phone rang. My mind started to drift back to the first day I let Daniel in my roon. That was probably the same day I let him into my heart without even knowing it.
” Biatchhh where have you been?” Layla practically yelled into the phone, causing me to pull it away from my ear.
” In hell.” Came my solemn reply.
there was a pause and I heard shuffling in the background, ” Is that Shyla?” A voice said. ” Sounds like a dead version of her.” Came another voice. I didn't even need to ask who that one was.
” Hello to you to Aieva.” I said sighing. Way to greet a friend.
” Aieva give that back--” Layla protested. I'm guessing Aieva stole the phone.
” Hey Slut Muffin.” I guessed right.
” I missed you to Aiev.” was my reply.
” Oh Im sure you did, seeing as Layla is the only one who ever seems to get some sign of life from you.” She scoffed
” Midget!” Aieva hurled a insult at someone, im guessing Krissa, as the phone sounded muffled for a minute and there was more shuffling. I rolled my eyes.
” Yeah Shay shay what's up with that?” Came Krissa's chirpy voice, though it seemed a little sad.
” Hey Kris, nothings up. I've just been a little busy that's all.” That was an understatement.
Krissa scoffed,” Girl please, we heard about you and Layla's plan to get McHottie!” She laughed.
” Layla!” I yelled embarrassed.
” Sorry Shyla it wasn't my fault, Aieva practically pinned me down and made me tell them.” Layla snatched the phone back defending herself.
” Snitch” I heard Aieva say in the background.
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Her Heart, His tears,Their Love (Under construction)
RomanceHe slid his hand to the small of my back as my grip on his shoulders tightend. My back arched on its own from the tingles he was creating by rubbing small circles with the pad of his thumb. I swear if he kept this up there would be small holes where...
