Just admit it.
I know you hate me.
Stop acting.
It's obvious enough for me to see.
But then again, the rest of them don't.
You're good at acting. I give you points for that.
But I need you to stop.
Please.
You're giving me false signals.
Every time you pass by me in the halls and were alone you're like,
"You look pretty today!"
"I like your hair."
"Your sweater is so cool, where did you get it?"
It's weird because I can't believe you made me believe you actually meant all of that.
When you actually don't because when you're with your friends and you pass by me in the hall, here's what you'll say:
"Ew, your hairstyle isn't nice. Change it please."
"You're smile is weird."
"You look ugly today, to be honest."
And there you have it.
Thank for showing me your true colours. Now I know the real you.
I want to believe the things you told me when we're not with your friends but I can't.
Because it's just not the truth.
YOU ARE READING
secrets.
Short Storywe all have secrets, now don't we? obviously we all do. probably these might relate to you as well. [DISCLAIMER: these are all purely fiction. not all of them relates to me in any way.] enjoy! -c
