rumor

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i turned around, walking towards the door. "anna." i shook my head. "it's clear you don't want to be around me" i shrugged and walked out the door. i turned the corner and bumped into someone, a pink colored smoothie getting all over me.

i took a step back, a gasp following. "anna, i'm sorry" kian quickly said, slipping his shirt off, "here" he said placing it in my hands, then walking inside.

i held his white shirt in my hands, the pink smoothie staining mine. i sighed. i walked to my car and got in, slipping off my wet shirt and sliding on kian's.

i formed my shirt into a ball and threw it in the other seat. i sighed, running my fingers through my hair. i felt hot tears stream down my cheeks.

i looked in my back seat and saw my hoodie. i slipped off kian's shirt and threw my hoodie on, getting out of my car.

i walked inside and walked over to kian, throwing his shirt at his bare chest. i sniffled and walked back out the door.

kian's pov

i heard a sniffle follow anna as she walked out the door. i slipped my shirt on and got up. "you're gonna go after her?" justin scoffed. "oh wait you guys hooked up so of course you would." he shrugged. "yes, i will go after her because she's been my best friend since sixth grade and anna and i didn't hook up. that's a rumor someone started." i snapped and walked outside.

i saw her get in her car, i ran over to her (ha ha get it. sorry.)

i tapped on the window. i saw her look at me through the dark glass, tears staining her cheeks as she shook her head at me.

the car started. i tapped on the window again. "anna" i said loudly. she rolled down the window, i placed my hands down on the sides. "i'm sorry" i said. "you're fine kian, it doesn't matter" she breathed, she sounded congested from her crying.

she sniffled before she spoke, "i just don't think it's good to be seen together, that's what you said right? because of some rumor about me and you. maybe it was just for the best that i stopped talking to you in seventh and eighth. well, while you went to eighth while i got held back into seventh again because of the trauma of my father passing. and it hurt when i stopped talking to you, you didn't try to see why, or anything. i know you wouldn't think of that because i never spoke about my father. but it's whatever kian. just go hang out with justin like always before you met me again. listen to him talk about the rumor and throw shade and talk bad about me." she put her car in drive.

"he only talks bad because he likes you. but like you said, it's what ever, right?" i said, walking away.