games // ziam

iii. zayn

it's been four days.

four fucking days of fucking bullshit and tears. i haven't spoken to liam in four days since i asked him if he wanted to make out. like holy shit, this is driving me insane.

first, no being able to talk to him. he's my bestfriend. i hate not having him in my life, it's like i'm missing part of myself and he completes that.

second, why did he back out? i can tell that he wants to, it's obvious. so why reject the offer? maybe it's because he thinks i don't want it. yeah, i need to be able to present myself in way that makes it seem like i want to go all the way downtown with him. and only him.

"liam can we talk?"

"you gonna ask me to make out again?" liam said closing his locker.

"you know what liam, i came here to apologize and to try to move on from this but apparently someone here has a stick up their ass" i snapped back.

"oh i'm so sorry that you go around fucking everything that moves" liam said. that one hurt me in the chest, i could actually feel the stabbing of my heart and the pain those words brought me.

"fuck you liam" was the only thing i could say before walking away from him. i could feel the tears coming. he wasn't wrong, i am one of the biggest sluts at this school. but hearing him say that, it just hurt me like a fucking brick fell on top of my chest.

dammit, why am i like this?