game of a player-c.d

22.

rosie
"why does matter to you?" i say brushing past him.
"rosie, it's midnight. why were you out so late?" he says after grabbing my wrist and pulling me back towards him.
"i told you, i was at matt's house." i say as i pull my arm away and unlock my door.
"why are you coming back so late?" he asks.
"why does it matter to you?" i repeat.
"because i care about you?" he says walking up to me.

care enough to speak up?

i open my door, ignoring cameron shouting at me.
"rosie please just listen to me." he says going quiet.

i sigh as i walk inside,"what do you want?"
"why were you at matt's house so late?" he questions.
"i was helping him for the play." i say turning to him.
"pft." he whispers as he runs his fingers through his hair.
"what? i was, he just needed a lot of help." i say exaggerating the 'a lot'
"okay." he says sarcastically.

i throw my arms in the air as i step out of my house.

"what are you so mad about?"
"you." he shouts
"wow, how specific can you get?" i say sarcastically.
"this isn't time for bullshit."
"what's your problem?" i yell.
"my problem? it's you." he yells back.
"what's wrong with me being at matt's house so late?" i say, furrowing my eyebrows.
"because you," he says pushing me back,"being the little slut you are," he says as he pushes me into my house,"perhaps came home late because you were probably out fucking matt." he shouts.

my eyes drop, who the fuck is this.

"cameron, are you drunk?" i question.
"what, no?"
"then why the fuck are you acting like this?" i shout.

he looks down and goes quiet.

"that's what i thought," i say,"night cam."

i shut the door before he could say anything else. my head shook, my head was banging from all that shouting. there was a slight knock on the door and i knew it was cameron.

"please just go." i whisper.

i laid in the dark on my bed, no tears were coming out, just pure anger. i couldn't be mad at matt any day, the truth was gonna come out sooner or later and unfortunately it was later. but cameron, he has the nerve to shout at me. i should have been so much louder and feistier, but the eyes, in the light of day and the dark of night they will always take me back.

they take me back to the time we first laid eyes on each other. cliche, right? but they will remind me of such an amazing, caring guy that i knew would make everything better. but they also remind me of a douchebag that would tear everything apart and break down the last of me.

the douchebag that i fell in love with.

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ngl this boy needs help rq!
but thanks for reading and hopefully you enjoyed it.
first day back from school today and IT WAS HELL OMG
but hopefully you are good :)