Amber pov
"Im such an idiot!"I yell in frustration throwing all my stuff of my desk.
"Why did you do it?" Zach asks
"I didn't know what I was doing, or how"
"How do you not know"
"It just happened!" I say franticly pacing the floor.
"Who was it?"
"Liam"
"What!" Zach saids jumping off the bed
"Like the Liam, Mr popular the same guy who has had a crush on you since 5 grade"
"Yes" I say shamefully
"Are Liam and Anya just toys to you?"
"Of course not!" I snap tears started forming in my eyes I couldn't help it.
"Do you even love Anya?"
"I Freaking do!"
"Give her time, she isn't going to trust you again, not in the same light"
I nod in understanding her vulnerable state still run's through my head on a loop.
The tears steaming down from her puffy cheeks. The tears I have caused.
Only because I still haven't come to terms with my sexuality.
My mind has been fighting against it with every fiber of my being is screaming 'This is a Phase!' but it's not I can't keep toying around with peoples emotions only because I haven't figured out mine.
But deep down I already know.
I Like girls
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Zach went home a few minutes ago.
I want to snatch my phone off my bed and call Anya and to tell her everything but another part of me says leave her be, you hurt her enough.
What Am I going to do?
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Its has been a week since I messed everything up.
I haven't seen Anya at all, Ive been giving her space, room to breathe.
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A mouth A whole mouth I haven't seen Anya I am starting to get worried.
Something deep inside me is screaming 'Somethings Wrong, code red!'
No matter what I do I can't shake the feeling of something bad is going to happen, or has happened.
I pull my phone out my pocket and dial up Anya.
Her name flashes across the screen and the phone beeps loudly and I wait anxiously for Anya to pick up, please pick up.
"Pick up!" I shout frustrated into the phone getting some weird stares from strangers passing by.
"Pick up I swear to god" I mutter as the phone goes to voicemail.
After of 40 more attempts of calling Anya worry eating at my brain and my hands keep shaking uncontrollably.
I drop my phone and sprint down the road towards Anya's house running up the porch I knock hastily on the white wooden door.
Without an answer I pace anxiously before pounding on the door again.
Nothing everything is dead quiet all I can hear is my heavy breathing and my heart pounding in my ears.
Without thinking I throw myself at the door bursting it open, breaking it at its hinges.
I sprint up the stairs to Anya's room. The door is closed a single light hangs overhead barely giving off any light.
Knocking on the door softly I hear someone inside.
I knock harder before I opened the door quietly opening it.
"Anya?" I say stepping into her dimly lit room
Anya I can see in the corner hidden by the shadows.
"Go Away" she said sadness laced into her words
"Anya what's wrong?"
"Go Away!" She shouted angrily
"Are you okay?" I ask
"Leave me, alone!"
"No! What's wrong,Anya answer me!"
"Get the hell away from me!" She threatened
"Answer me!" I plead
"Get.The.Hell.Away.From.Me" she said slowly pronouncing every word.
"What's wrong?"
"like you care"
" I am your friend. I do care. please tell me what's wrong"
The word friend slips from my mouth it sounds so filthy.
"Now you care. You didn't before. Now get away from me. I never want to see you again!" she stormed up to me and shoved me out of the room into the wall with a sickening smack. before going into her room slamming the door behind her.
Anger and worry build inside me and I knock on the door again.
"AMBER!" Anya shouts from inside
" Tell me what's wrong. I'm here for you"
The door slammed open Anya stood in the doorway she wiped a tear from her face with her hand before there is a loud click.
Anya stepped out of her bedroom holding a shiny black handgun her face stained with tears her eyes puffy and blood shot.
I step back into the wall.
"Get.the.hell.away.from.me.Amber.Green" she threatened
I look at her my eyes scan over every inch of her before they fall on the weapon in her hands. I gingerly lead her armed hand towards my forehead. The barrel of the gun now on my bare forehead.
I may be crazy but Im crazy for her. Thats what love is. Sacrificing yourself for the right reasons. Right?
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A/N Hey guys, so finally got to the main plot *Happy dance* Hoped you enjoyed more chapters will be out soon.
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ChickLit"Anya?" I say stepping into her dimly lit bedroom. Anya was in the corner hidden by the shadows. "Go Away" she said sadness laced in her voice. "Anya what's wrong?" "Go Away!" She shouted angrily. "Are you okay?" I ask "Leave me, alone!" "No! wha...
