Brandon's POV
She was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I loved playing with her dark brown curly hair and gazing into her dark brown eyes. However you could only see the brown when she was in the sun and to me that's what made her even more beautiful. Her perfect cheekbones and perfect smile. Every time she laughed, I smiled. I loved how she carried herself even if she was upset. I loved how she was independent with everything she did. I loved how she would bite her lips every time I made her blush.
But she got tired of me playing with her emotions. I didn't want to make it seem that way but I did. Why did I let her go? Why was I so afraid to show my feelings towards her ? I know she's different , but I'm so stubborn.
Krissy hadn't talk to me in a week. She meant that she wasn't going to talk to me at all. That made me so depressed and frustrated all at once. Every time I worked up the courage to talk to her , she ignored me like I wasn't there. When I looked into her eyes I could see that she was broken and I had a strong feeling that I broke her even more.
"Krissy please can we talk ?" I begged her.
"There's nothing to talk about Brandon," she replied.
"Krissy I was really stupid and ignorant, I'm truly sorry," I said.
"Glad you noticed that your stupid," she responded.
"Come on Krissy don't be like this," I said.
"Be like what Brandon ? A bitch ?" She frustratingly said.
"I didn't say you were a bitch, I meant being stubborn," I replied.
"Brandon, I don't really care what you have to say okay ? Just please leave me alone," she said whiles slamming her room door.
Damn I really broke this girl and didn't even know. Why did I play with her emotions? When I first saw her I thought she would've been like any other girl , a toy to me. I was wrong, she wasn't like that at all. She was special and I wanted to show her that she was special. Unfortunately Krissy Sinclair was stubborn.
Back to Krissy's POV
Who the fuck does he think he is. Playing with my emotions and thinking he could just come back to me like everything's fine. I'm not one of his play toys. Who am I kidding ? I miss him, so much. I miss our little moments in the kitchen or in the bathroom. I miss him calling me 'Mía Bella'. I miss him playing with my hair. I miss him being sarcastic. I miss everything about him. I can't help the fact that I think about him day and night. He just happened to have that effect on me. But I can't show him that I miss him , I just can't. He might think I'm weak.
"Mía Bella please open up the door," he begged me.
There it was. That nickname he gave me.
"Go away please," I replied.
"Mía Bella , I'm sorry I shouldn't of done that to you. I thought you were like every other girl but your different. Different in so many ways that it scared me to show my feelings towards you. I can't help but think that I broke you even more. I just want to talk with you and listen to the problems you had before I met you," he said.
As much as I wanted to open the door and let him in, I didn't. I wasn't ready to tell him all the fucked up stuff that happened to me and all the fucked up shit I did. He would look at me different and throw me away just like everyone else did.
"I understand Mía Bella, I'll leave you alone until your ready," He said whiles walking away.
And just like that I let him go.
