YOU CAN'T PICK WHO YOU LOVE

Chapter Twelve

Kayla's POV (I wasn't sure which POV it was so i just did kayla)

After a while I slept. The thing about crying is that it makes you really tired. The thing about sobbing is that it makes you feel you're half dead. And I was sobbing.

Sometimes dreams are just better than reality. In a dream your so-called bestfriend doesn't make out with your bastard of a boyfriend. I lay in my bed, numb. My cheeks were cold and tear-stained from the past night of tears. I hadn't slept much. I was still in my shorts, boots, and blouse, though the blouse was soaked. I had spent the night sobbing, falling in and out of counsiousness while tangled in sheets.

I was still tired, even after...I checked the clock. It was 3pm. I had fallen asleep around seven the night I had found out, and I wasn't sure what the date was. My mind was too tired to do the math. I stood up, zombie like, and slilpped out of my shorts and into a pair of yoga pants. My boots sllipped off, revealing neon green socks. I was hoping that would cut it and I could go back to sleep but I still felt like a piece of shit.

I sighed, an angry sound, and went to take a shower. The hot water stung my skin but I didn't give a damn. I washed my hair and scrubbed my body, then got out and braided my hair. It was all kind of eerie, as if I wasn't really there. Even I could see that I had been crying while I looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was pale, though my cheeks were flushed from the steam of the shower. My dark eyes were wide and moist. My lips were red from the water, though I would bet that they had been bloodless before the water had met them.

I put the yogas back on and slipped on a purple cotton sweatshirt that I was in love with. Love. Damnit, Kayla, stop thinking about love!

I was pissed. At a lot of people, actually. Jason, for making out with that stupid slut. Jessica, for being that stupid slut. And myself for allow myself to waste a night crying over them. I walked over to my desk and looked at my phone. Damn.

47 Missed calls from Jessica

103 Text Messages from Jessica

23 Missed Calls from Jason

30 Text Messages from Jason

3 Missed calls from Brandon

Why the hell was Brandon calling me? Whatever. I checked my phone and saw that it was now five. It also said that it was...Sunday. The day of the championship game. I bit my lip so hard I was surprised no blood came out.

I wanted to go. I didn't want Jason and Jessica to be able to just stop me from living. Truthfully, they had practically murdered me inside, but they didn't need to know that. Then again, my parents had taken the car with them on their vactation so I had no ride, and I sure as hell wasn't gonna ask Jason or Jessica.

I could ask Louis.

Me:

can u drive me to the game tonight?

Louis:

no. not going. i was going to go with jessica but im kind of pissed at her right now too. dont really wanna go anyways. spending the night with harry

Me:

k, have fun

Louis responded but I didn't bother to read it.

Who else could take me though? I looked back at my phone, seeing that I had yet another missed call from Brandon. Well....

I picked up the phone and dialed his number.