BOYFRIEND EXCHANGE

Chapter 12: Who Saved Who?

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CHAPTER 12: WHO SAVED WHO?

I looked terrible.

Absolutely and undeniably terrible.

The makeup from last night and the wet clothes that I had slept into brought back the embarrassing memories about him.

That overbearing, stupid, insensitive, and heartless boy that I had grown to like.

The appalling idea of him kissing me pushed its way back to my mind and I aggressively grabbed my hair in an attempt to forget everything, and I mean everything from last night. I couldn't believe I was gullible enough to be fooled. The pillow from my side was snatched from its place and got thrown away, leaving white feathers floating in the air. Before I knew it, I was screaming out of pure anger.

A familiar object caught my eye. And if it wasn't punishment enough that I couldn't get him out of my head, his phone would just show itself, mocking me in every possible way. What did I ever do to deserve this? I had been a good girl. Or so I thought.

"Why do you have to be so cruel?" I asked the phone, thinking it would answer my pathetic question. "Stop laughing at me! You don't have a right to make fun of me! This is my own freaking house!"

"Sacred?" a voice called.

I pulled my attention from the poor phone and saw Rielle and Brenton standing at the doorway, their faces filled with apprehension. I wasn't in the mood to talk to any other living individual so I turned back to the gadget in my hand. "Stop acting like you care! You did that on purpose! You planned everything. You tricked me, you stup—"

"Sac stop!" Brenton shouted, shaking my shoulders back to reality. "Did you hit your head last night? Have you been in an accident? Did a truck— Ouch!" I pinched his ears, interrupting his train of nonsense thoughts. He rubbed the attacked area then glanced to Rielle for help. She just shrugged in response.

"What are you doing here? I don't need company. Get out," I said lifelessly, not even bothering to sugar coat my hostile words. They didn't follow my orders and slumped to my bed instead.

"What part of 'get out' are you having a trouble grasping?" I asked them both, irritation evident on my unwashed face. Rielle stood up. At first I thought she would finally leave but then she opened my drawer like it was her own. She took out some of my things then approached me. With a comb in her hand, she tugged my tangled hair.

"Do you want to talk about it Sac?" she asked, her tone casual.

"No," I blurted out.

"Well, I heard about last night and Brenton told me about the game you played."

"Since it's clear that you guys are not planning on leaving, don't ask any questions. I don't want to talk about that game, or anything for that matter," I uttered.

"Sac we're just concerned. You ran off last night and went back looking like you want to murder someone," Brenton explained.

"I did want to kill someone! I still do!" I shouted in response.

"Just forget it Sac, it's just a stupid game. Caleb and the others are mean people. They're just messing up with you. Don't mind them," he suggested.

"You have no idea what you're talking about," I uttered in anger.

"Then why don't you enlighten us. Tell us what's wrong. We're your friends. It's our job to force you to tell us what's bothering you," Rielle said, still combing my unruly hair.