Rosie's Daisy Chains

4. You Need Attitude Management

A/n: it's a short one guys

   "He thinks he's so poetic. I think he's so pathetic."
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Thank god it's Friday.

The only thing that can ruin a Friday is Kieran. So I stand with my arms folded, glaring at him as he corners me.

"Rosie, you never gave me a chance to explain," Kieran pleads with me to see his side of things.

I find it funny how he keeps telling me he hasn't had a chance to explain, he did. He said that Cordelia was better for him. I think I understand that well enough that I don't need him justifying himself every single day. It was getting tiresome.

"There's nothing to explain," I sigh exasperated, "you've told me one too many times that Cordelia is the girl for you, I understand that and I don't need a constant reminder that I'm not good enough."

"You are good enough," he exhales in frustration, tugging his blonde hair, "but-"

"But Cordelia completes you, I know," I roll my eyes and try to push myself away from him but he cages me between his arms.

"No, I want to say that I hope we can still be friends, I don't want things to be awkward or hostile between us," he attempt to apologise but there was no way I was falling for that.

"Right," I drawl sceptically, "and let me guess, you don't want things to be hostile between you and Josh, or you and Ethan for that matter after what happened on Monday. I know what you're like, you use people to get what you want."

I have never been so angry at a single person in my whole existence, "you want things to be okay between us so you don't face problems with other people, you don't want to be a target for two of the most popular boys in school. Well guess what Kieran, you will always be a target because you're an absolute dick."

"I know you don't mean that," his facials soften.

"Well I do mean it, and I mean it when I say this: I hate you, I hate you more that I've hated anybody in my life. I hope you know that and I hope you never forget it. Now leave me alone before I lose my shit."

I push his arm aside and in the shocked state he was in, his strength faltered and his arm slipped away so I could storm away from him.

"Rosie," he called after me.

But there was no chance I was turning around so I could hear more pathetic excuses.

"Rosie," he repeated, he waited for me to face him but I carried on walking, "I'll always love you."

   My step faltered.

What the hell was he? Was he even a fully functioning human being?

   What he said shouldn't have struck me, but it did. God, it really did. He never told me he loved me. Does this mean he did before we broke up? Or does it mean he'll always love me in a friends way?

    My heart lurched and I turned around to face him. My cold front fell.

   I felt vulnerable.

   I didn't want him to see me like this; that I cared. I wanted him to see the hatred that burned inside me. I wanted him to see no remorse in my eyes every time he hurt me.

   Time

   And

   Time

   Again