To be honest, I was really starting to hate my phone when all of this was happening. With every vibration I heard and with every notification I saw pop up on my screen, I wanted to throw my phone at the wall. It really did feel like there would be no end to all of it, but the future really is unpredictable and full of surprises. Anyway, here's the next chapter. (* v *)
Anyway, when he sent those messages to me, he only talked about himself. He would even accuse me of never listening to him and that I didn't understand how he was feeling. That he was the one who was hurt the most and that he has gone through many things in his life. He said every excuse he could come up with in order for him to try and look like a good person.
I didn't reply to him.
When school came, he didn't talk to me. Instead, he texted Kassandra and kept asking her for advice on what to do with me. He wanted to know if there was any way for him to talk to me. He was hoping that Kassandra could convince me of speaking to him, but I rejected every time Kassandra brought the possibility up.
There was nothing that I wanted to say to him. I wanted him out of my life. I wanted him out of the group but I mostly wanted him just to leave me alone. I hated that he kept trying to text me. I hated that he kept staring at me from afar. I hated that he asked others to try and make me talk.
I just wanted him to leave me alone.
The behavior he showed me lasted a couple of days. When Kassandra brought the topic of talking to him again, I finally accepted it.
To be honest, I did not accept the offer because I wanted to make amends with him. The main reason to why I agreed to speak with him is because I wanted Kassandra to get better. She was having a hard time with the situation as well. She didn't know how she felt about him. She thought that she liked him but at the same time, she knew that what he was doing was wrong.
I remember Kassandra constantly telling me that she didn't know what to do.
Before I spoke to him about everything that was happening, I knew that there was some part of me that was upset with Kassandra. I wanted her to tell him that there was no chance between the two of them and that what he was doing was wrong.
But she didn't.
She did tell him that I didn't want to speak to him, but she never did anything to fully stop him from trying to contact me. She was just torn in her head about her feelings for him.
This was all in the back of my head as I made my way back into the lunchroom to talk to him. I was upset that she couldn't just tell him to stay away from us, to tell him to stay away from me. Then again, I still cared and wanted the best for my friend. I wanted her to be happy, even if that meant that I was getting hurt.
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The Devil's Trap
Non-FictionThis is not a story or a book about fictional events. Everything that I wrote in this is true. When I was a Sophomore, I was friends with a certain boy who became one of the people I hate the most. Everything he did to me, everything he said to me...