You made out with a friend of yours today... I don't know why I was so upset over it. I cried in the locker room... Not like you care.

What really got me was that you chased after me and tried to apologize... if you were sorry you wouldn't have done it at all.

Everyone makes mistakes... but it doesn't matter because you never meant anything to me anyways.

I knew you liked Bjoo from the start... It was no surprise but I thought that Maybe... just maybe our encounter could have meant something special to you.

I hate you, the way you pinned him to the wall, shoved your tongue down his throat practically. I hated the way his arms snaked around your neck like he was enjoying what I already had.

No.

Scratch that. I hated it. I hated all of the 10 minutes that we spent sitting on the ground kissing.

Im too good to be hurt by your fucking lies, Kim Hansol!

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