Tell Them I Was The Warmest Place You Knew, And How You Turned Me Cold.

Ed Sheeran Wouldn't Treat Me Like This

 (Leslie Above)

  I'm stuck. Literally. It's like my body has been stuffed with rocks, and gravity is pulling me in even harder to where I can't move a single muscle. 

 He knows who I am.

No. He can't.

Oh but he does, because your dumbass didn't notice that you dropped your sticky note in the elevator when you were too busy ogling at your new place.

My eyes dart to his hand where the pink piece of paper still is, crumpled, and traitorous. Come on. Think of something to say. Nothing too friendly because he'll want to stay and chat a little longer, and nothing too mean because then he'll know something's up. And I can't afford him to know.

  "I-I have a fiancee now."

Are you serious? The tremble in my voice caused it to slightly crack, making me feel pretty weak by this point.

  Kellen laughed and began stepping forward, eyes scrutinizing everything in the apartment, but me, making my heart boom every step. "Oh really? That's nice." He stops directly in front of me and my breath hitches in my throat, "Does he know about me and you?" The gaze of his eyes has me tied down for just a second before I'm back to reality.

 Are you serious right now? That sentence, that one sentence, set off something in me. Like a bomb that's fuse was put out just at the brink, but relit again. And I'm about to explode.

   My hand connects with his cheek, and a hot sting echoes back through my fingers. His head twists to the side from the impact with a now-forming red mark bright on his face. 

  "You," I sneered, stepping forward, jabbing my finger into his chest, "used me. You took my first time drinking as an excuse to fuck  me. I didn't want to. But you knew I had a huge crush on you because you were also trying to talk my best friend into giving herself into you two days before! So you made yourself to seem like this great caring guy," My arms throw themselves out, emphasizing my every word as I continue to kill him with not-so-kindness, "and since it was my first time being intoxicated, you knew that all you had to do was pull those puppy dog eyes and I would give in. And you used to say that you didn't know I was a virgin? You obviously would've known with your dick, but did you stop? No."

   I sigh a heavy breath, still pissed off to the max.

 "You used me, and then...you left. I thought maybe, just maybe you're out getting coffee or-or gone to the bathroom- I don't fucking know! But no. Guess where you are. Back at your house, in your own comfy bed, while I look like a complete retard, naked and ashamed in a stranger's bed. AT 15 GODDAMN YEARS OLD RYDER! You know how hard that was for me? I fucking-" 

 No. I'm not saying it. Control your temper Leah. Deep breaths. Recuperate yourself now. 

 I take slight deep breaths, and calm down my 180 mile per hour heart, before I have a heart attack. Kellen is staring at me like I'm crazy, and I honestly could care less. He doesn't have to know the entire story, but I can still chew his ass up and spit him out like the piece of garbage he is.

  "I tried talking to you at school the Monday after that weekend. Remember that? Yeah well, instead of you being the guy I could 'trust' and that 'wouldn't hurt me', you were the typical badboy asshole stereotype who made it seem like I was just another tick on your tac chart. But it was something else to me Ryder. I genuinely liked you. And you wanna know why I never spoke to you again after that? Not that it bothered you." I push past a catatonic Kellen and march over to the silver doors against the wall and press the button, making the doors open, "Because you're a piece of shit. And now you're a piece of shit that needs to get the fuck out of my apartment before I grab one of those knives from the kitchen and stab you in the fucking leg."