Sarah Smiles

Chapter 21

Hey guys!

So I've been getting better it's just been getting a little easier day after day.

So hers an update for you guys.

Sorry if it's short and crappy but oh well.

-TIG16

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"Hey Sarah, do you want anything at all.? You've been in here all day and I was worried" he laughs softly.

I put my book down at my side and look at the most perfect man standing in front of me.

Stop it Sarah.

I shrug and look at him

"Some water" I say softly picking my book back up and reading again.

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion

"Are you ok?" He asks.

I shake my head.

I wasn't gonna liar to him I was upset.

But I was gonna lie to him about what I was upset about

"Awe, I'm sorry what wrong?" He asks

I look at him put my book down agin this time putting in the bookmark and shutting it

"I'm just tired... that's all" I say a look into his puppy brown eyes eating to kiss his perfect lips

Sarah stop!

"Ok. well do you want to order some food or yo-"

"Who was the girl that was over? you know the blonde?" I ask.

He looks at me kind of guilty.

He looks anywhere but my eyes trying to say something but not being able to form the words.

He finally reconnects our eyes and we stare at each other for a pure give minutes.

"Haley" he say finally.

My face drops.

"W-what?" I ask

"I didn't want to tell you because if what happened and I didn't wanna hurt you" he says trying to save himself.

Ill tell you later but for right now just know what she did was awful she's an awful person and just I hate her

(A/N: I don't really. I love Haley Williams she's amazing.)

I shake my head.

"Can I please have a moment to myself please?" I ask nicely yet still a bit hurt.

I know I shouldn't be but I am because I guess I screwed up so badly that he called her back.

And it hurt.

Yes, I still loved him with my everything.

But I'm just hurt.

He nods slowly and gets up walking towards the door opening it and leaving shutting the door behind him.

I get up and go over to the dresser that I filled less than half an hour ago with my personal items.

I open the drawer that held my jeans and pulled out a journal.

I've had this journal since 7th grade and there was only 4 pages left.

I write poetry and songs in this thing.

I figured that if it's no longer inside of me and it's on paper I won't explode.