$20 For You {D.H. & P.L.}

Liar Liar

Phil

Waking up, my head throbs, and spins, holy shit this is a hangover. Wow. I sit up and see Dan, fast asleep. His fringe has started to curl, and his face doesn't even look intimidating, that's a first. His phone sits beside him, and it's illuminated screen reveals like 8 texts. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I look at the texts. Which I regret very quickly.

   Chris
Come on when are you gonna ask him to prom

   Chris
I already paid you when you asked him out, just now ask him to prom it's simple.

   Chris
You only wanted $20 😂

    My heart sinks. Shame. Everything just stops. The guy who I've trusted, loved, is in my bed right now. All I was, was $20. What did that buy him, a pack of cigarettes? I loved him, he told me he loved me. He lied. Liar.Looking at him, it takes everything I have not to slap him. I hate you. Bile, reaches my throat, and my vision is red. Red.  Red. Red. Suddenly, I'm shoving him off the bed as hard as I can.

"What the fu-" his brown eyes rest on me, and then to his phone. My eyes burn, my throat burns, everything burns. "You are a liar!" I shriek, to the point where he even winces. "Phil, no, let me explain. Please." A tear falls down his face, but I couldn't care less, now. "You lied to me. You told me you loved me, that you'd be there. I was just a bet?" Tears stream down my face, as he grabs his keys. Is it possible to feel your heart shatter? "At first, but I fell in love. Phil I'm in love with you, I fucked up, I'm sorry Phil. I really am." His voice begins to come out as choked sobs, and I feel a pang of remorse that leaves quickly.
Sobs.
Remorse.
What about our happy-ever-after?
  "Get out! Get out of my room! My house! Get out of my life!" I scream, as he starts to walk out of my room.
Liar.
Following him down the stairs.
Shattered hearts.
Out to the door.
Tears
My eyes burn with tears.
Numbness.
I thrust the phone into his hands. His brown eyes are level with mine, and all I see in them are sadness, and loneliness. The room is silent in that moment, the only noise being the heavy breathing of two broken hearts."All I was to you, was $20?" I choke out, watching his face fall."$20," he inhales sharply, his voice numb," and my now shattered heart."
$20
Love.
One liar.
One innocent boy dragged into the play.
Two broken hearts.
Regret.
Numbness.
  _______

A/N
This isn't the end. Please don't murder me.