words i didn't say ~ cmb [COMPLETED ✓ ]

ch. 8

songs i listened to while writing:

1) turbulence - cody lovaas

2) perfect - why don't we

3) straightjacket - quinn xcii

4) don't wanna cry - seventeen

5) want you back - 5 seconds of summer

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i walk back inside and corbyn is sitting at the table, puff pastry falling apart as he puts no effort into forming it once more.

i sit down at the table, the only two quiet people being corbyn and i.

the sound of the commotion around us blurs and all i see is him in slow motion.

i feel bad for telling him what i did; it was my fault eitherway.

"azalea..." i hear a distant voice calling.

"azalea..." i hear once more.

"azalea," i hear, the voice no longer distant. everyone was looking at me as ashley called my name.

"why are you crying?" she asks, confused.

"i-i... nothing. i-i mean... no reason," i stutter.

why can't i speak all of a sudden?

corbyn scoffs and continues to shape his puff. ashley notices and pulls out her phone.

'MIC MIC BUNGEE', my text alert goes off. everyone looks at me as i blush and turn my phone on vibrate.

ash: what happened??

me: he got all mad at me for hanging out with mel last night

ash: WHAT THE FUCK AZALEA

me: but-

ash: YOU CAN'T HANG OUT WITH OTHER BOYS DUMBSHIT. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE CHASING CORBYN NOT SOME RANDOM TRASH THAT YOU FOUND IN MY HOUSE.

me: i didn't know it was my fault for hanging out with boys that aren't corbyn

ash: YOU'RE HURTING HIS FEELINGS AND BREAKING HIM AT THE SAME TIME!

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i guess they don't care about how i feel.

warm tears fall down my face and i wipe them off quickly.

"i'm going to head out for now," i say, getting up.

no one notices as i walk outside, them all being caught up in the puffs.

instead of taking a long stroll down the beach, i run to my house, out of breath when i get there.

i run inside, going to the kitchen to get some water.

shit. i forgot about marielle.

well, i have to face her soon enough.

"azalea? is that you?" she asks from the family room.

"yeah," i respond, grabbing my cup of water and walking into the room.

"i'm sorry i ran out. i don't like talking about feelings and-" i say, being cut off.

"no, i'm sorry. i intruded and i knew that you didn't like talking about your feelings, yet i asked anyway," she apologizes.

"we good?" she asks.

"yeah," i smile, "so, about my feelings..."

"bro azalea, you just said-" i cut her off.

"ah-ah-ah! i get to tell you about drama like you wanted so i wouldn't complain," i tell her as she shuts her mouth.

"ok, so what happened?" she asks, begging to know more.

"no one considers my feelings anymore. corbyn is playing with my heart. he's dating maya but he gets mad when i hang out with another boy. ashley says i'm ruining his life because i'm hanging out with other boys," i say, taking a breath.

"-and i like hanging out with mel and darian as friends and they won't let me. now the besson's are just ignoring me and i've done nothing," i take a long sigh, tears threatening to drop down my face.

"i'm sorry, love. it seems as if you friends are caught up in what they want," she tells me, te truth spilling out of her mouth.

"i just wished they'd listen to what i feel. i am a human after all..." i shrug.

"if anything, wait for them to apologize, okay? don't seem desperate for friends," she tells me, giving me some useful advice.

"a-alright. thank you marielle. it seems that it's always you who i come to for help..." i tell her.

"no problem, love. i'm always here for you azzy. just know that," she says, her sweet smile spreading to me.

i hug her. thank the lord for marielle simmons.

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i sit in the bay window downstairs, re-reading 'a tale of two cities'.

i see three figures come up the sand to the door and a loud knock is heard throughout the house.

i take a deep breath, knowing who it is and get up to open the door.

"so why'd you just run off?" ashley asks.

"you were the one causing the problems and when you left, everyone was so focused on you," corbyn tells me.

"you don't even care about how we feel about this and that's really rude so  honestly, this situation is really stupid," ashley says.

"i don't care how you feel??" i say, outraged.

"if anything, you don't care who my feelings! i have been shamed by you two for talking to other boys than corbyn. like i get it ashley, your trying to set me up with him, but i don't want to be with corbyn! either way, he has a girlfriend and in the long run, it's not going to help when you reject all of the boys i talk to or am interested in just because they aren't you brother. you control my life and i'm done! i'm so fucking done with the bessons," i finish, their eyes wide.

"ashley was trying to set you up with corbyn?" maya asks.

"yeah. if it helps, i wasn't interested," i tell her.

"azalea, i'm sorry i'm-" ashley tries to apologize but i close the door.

i sigh and slide down  against the door.

what did i just do?

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i walk into the kitchen and marielle has dinner ready.

"so i invited a friend over for dinner," she reminds me.

"okay," i shrug. marielle doesn't usually have guests but there was one coming tonight.

a knock is heard on the door and i got to open it, seeing as marielle has her hands full.

"hi," the person says, holding a tray of chicken casserole.

"what are you doing here?" i ask.

"uhh... eating?" the person says, laughing.

"corbyn! come in!" marielle invites.

tonight was going to be a long night...

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