He caught me.
He'd left his phone on the counter again, and I went through his messages. He definitely had a thing going with this "Kate" person. But she wasn't in his phone as "Kate."
She was in there as "Dominos Pizza."
Who the hell texts a pizza place?
I read through their texts which were filled with messages and photos I'll never unsee. Each sweet word, each image was like a slap in the face.
I seem to like getting beat up, because I couldn't stop reading.
When he came back and saw me staring at him guiltily, the evidence of his phone in my hand, he lost it.
He screamed at me.
YOU ARE READING
He Is, He Isn't
RomanceThe first day I met him we established three things: our names, my intelligence, and his stupidity. Only one thing remains the same. My name is still Ellie, and his is still Ryan. _____ A poetic story of love, heartbreak and laughter, and all the e...
