Starco The Boy Next Door|COMPLETED✔|

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C H A P T E R  T W E N T Y - E I G H T
H I D D E N

I had always thought that when two people confess their feelings, it would become a steady path for them. I know that it is a rocky path but I didn't imagine that it would be this early.

Our very first issue.

"No ma'am, I'm not dating her", he flatly replied, my insides were crumbled and the  world felt spinning in circles with the words coming straight from his mouth.

I stole him a glance filled with lost and pain, was he embarrass of me?

He didn't even had the courage to admit it, how much more  can I handle?

Should I have regretted the decision of being his when the first thing he does is hurt me even painful than before.

I chewed the insides of my mouth, my eyes stinging as I try to swallow them away. "I'm tired, I-I'll go to b-bed", I croaked.

I left them, with a heavy weighing on my chest as I slammed my pathetic face on the pillow and let my sobs bury against the material. My heart gushing with emotions, my eyes never letting a second come to waste.

"I-I thought h-he wouldn't hurt me again", I whimpered, glancing at my pillow with tears stained.

"M-Marco. .", I cried.

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"You were taking so long", he grumbled, he was blocking our gate with his bike.

He was insentive. I should've known that he didn't care about what he said and how I felt.

I chose to ignore him and continued my path, trailing further from his bike.

A hand clutched on my arm, making me twist my body around. My eyes met his with fury. "What do you want?!".

He started to cross his brows. "What's your problem?!".

I scoffed, feeling my insides tearing apart as I stared at him with so much unbelief. "Did you really had to ask that?".

"Star", his eyes suddenly soften and I looked away, refusing to melt by his pleading eyes. "--I love y---"

"If you think that's going to solve everything then you're wrong!", I screamed and pulled my own arm.

"I didn't do anything wrong!", he hollered, his voice getting fainter the further  I walked away from him.

Should I even expect something from him?

He was hopeless.

So was I.

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"You're face is so ugly!", Janna pointed at Vincent's face in where Vincent distorted his face into a humurous one.

But I, on the otherhand, didn't feel humored or somewhat encouraged to say anything. Crying my heart out was not my plan and it made me feel like absolute crap that I could just slam my head straight into this table.