It hurts when I look across the cafeteria. Seeing him with her, laughing and having the time of their lives. A knife drives into my heart, hot and sharp, like a slap across the face. I force myself to look away and focus on my lunch. But the array of greens in my salad isn't appetizing today.
I can still hear his voice from last night. "I love you." A soft whisper that had lingered between us. I hadn't said it back because I'm still wondering if it was just a spur of the moment thing or if he really meant it.
God , I hate him. But I also don't and I hate that even more. Ellie, who sits on my right, is trying to ask me something but I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone right now.
I push my tray away from me and stand up, slinging my backpack over my shoulders and making my way into the hall to wait until lunch is over. I hear the quiet taps of shoes approaching me and hushed voices.
I don't have to look up to know one of them belongs to him. They walk past me, pressed so close that her hand is practically gripping his side. I swallow the bile that rises in my throat when she starts stroking his arm. I hate her.
He looks over at me, our eyes meeting for a brief moment before the bell rings and I push past both of them.
I hate him.
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KurzgeschichtenHush little angel, don't say a word Bottle full of pills, passed out on the curb Sun brings heat and it just won't snow Noose like a necklace on my neck, won't go I was too slow 'cause I won't understand Blade for your cries, count a penny for my si...
