Rich B!tch

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I stared at the ceiling in Pitch Black darkness. My eyes wide open.

Maybe it was better this way. Maybe I didn't deserve Sam. I was an ass this whole time. Maybe that rich b!tch  is better for him. I mean he wears the same sneakers everyday. Maybe she's prettier than me. Maybe he doesn't deserve me. Maybe Alex does.

I mean Alex had a better sense of humor. And we already have dated and crap. He knows me better than anybody else.

I kept thinking of that rich b!Tch on top of him. I found myself crying all over again. I'm so done with life. I hope I die. I felt a hand wrap around my waist.

"Are you ok?" He pulled me into a hug my head rested in his bare chest.

"Was I that bad at it?"

"Maybe.."

"B!tch!!!"

"F*** boy!"

"Sorry."

"I'm sorry for being your burden." I wiped my tears from my eyes.

"Your not. Your the best thing that's ever happened to me. What's wrong?"

"Your lying. You play me like a piano."

"Weird, you entered the talent show doing that."

"Shut up." I giggled.

I snuggled up to his chest. He rubbed my head.

"Goodnight"

"Love you Alice."

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