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I love youPinky promise?
Pinky promise
Okay, i believe you.
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I couldn't stop thinking about that fluffy haired boy. How have i not seen him around before? Gosh i really don't pay attention. Maybe i should ask Dantè about him. Wait no, i already have a boyfriend. Damn. He was real cute too.
"Hey."
i look over and see Austin. My boyfriend. I immediently reach for his hand, it's a habit now. Soon as we see each other we reach for the others hand. We usually walk in silence. It's kind of sad. I like talking but i can't talk to him about anything.
"You talkin to any guys?" He asks and looks over at me. I roll my eyes and sigh. Of course that's the first question he asks.
"No, of course not. Why you ask?" I lie.
So technically i'm not allowed to talk to guys. Friend or not because my asshole of a boyfriend is very clingy. It's not a good clingy either it's very annoying because i hate lying but i'm not going to just ignore my friends. It's not my fault i'm friends with more guys than girls. Girls are backstabbing bitches and guys are pretty chill and are fun to be around.
"Just checking." He says and grips my hand tighter. I stiffen and grit my teeth and try to loosen his grip on me subtly.
"Austin, stop it you're hurting me." I try to yank my hand back because he started digging his nails into me.
"OW STOP IT," i yelled. I didn't care about being quiet anymore. I didn't care what people heard or saw i just wanted it to stop. He let's go and i cradle my hand to my chest and watch my feet shuffle across the floor.
"It didn't hurt that bad. Stop it." He rolled his eyes and tried to hold my hand again.
"Fuck off." I mumble and flinch away from him, rubbing the fingernail imprints embedded in my skin. I'm lucky he didn't draw blood. This time.
He scoffs and walks away from me and we go our seperate ways with tears threatening to spill down my cheeks.
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A/NDon't forget to vote and comment, all that good stuff (:
Also, sorry the parts are so short. I'll try to write more next time ❤️
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