Trust Me To Hurt You

Chapter 13

Ahahaha, sorry for the cliffy. Now that you've all read Liam's thoughts about Allie, I think it's time to get back to Allie's POV. I won't be promising another Liam POV, but who knows?

 

This chapter is starting where Allie saw Ronnie and Liam making out. We'll get to the crash eventually. 

Tristan Wilds as Zarr Daniels

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               I gasped as I felt my heart wench at the sight. It was as if everything had gone slow motion when I saw Liam practically eating a slut's face, his hands on her small waist while she unbuttoned her tight blouse. 

               Liam broke away from the kiss and his eyes widened when he saw me. He looked speechless, and I felt embarrassed at catching them.

               "I am so, so sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. I--" I managed to get out. I knew I shouldn't have the right to feel hurt because we were never going out, but Taylah's voice kept repeating and repeating over in my head. 

               

               Stupid. Naive.

               I ran, feeling so stupid. Taylah was right. Why was I such a pathetic girl? Pathetic and cliché. I ran in the hallway, looking around. It would be no use to go in the bathroom since it's gonna ring at any moment. I ran down the hall, deciding to go home.

               The bell rang and all the students filled the hallway. I pushed them out of my way, just wanting to get home and sleep. Sleep was better than crying. I begged myself not to cry as I bumped into someone.

               "Woah. Allie?" I looked up at Evan, whose gaze softened when he saw my face. "What happened?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. I shook my head in reply and ran again. I was afraid that I might cry when i open my mouth.

               I got in my car and turned on the ignition. I leaned against the leather seat as I looked at my sad brown eyes at my mirror.

               "He's a player Allie." I told myself, repeating Taylah's words. I closed my eyes as small tears fell. I breathed in deeply and made my way out the lot.

               It started to rain after a while. I cursed, how cliché will my day get? First, seeing a guy I like kissing a girl when my best friend warned me, and now raining while I begged myself no to cry? Great. Just great.

               I turned up the volume of the radio, Katy Perry playing out loud.

               "Days like this I want to drive away

               Pack my bags and watch your shadow fa--"

               I changed the channel. Nope, not making my day pathetic. Cliché was better. I changed the channel as I took a look at both sides of the intersection. Nada, so I looked at the channels of the radio.