Taking the first steps to talking to someone can be really hard. I mean, at least it was for me. I tried to be confident, but when it was all over, I remember how fast my heart was beating. But I guess that's how life can go at times. Well, here's chapter 8.
When I got back to my group's table, he was sitting there all alone and listening to music with his head down. I didn't feel any pity for the "sad" or "lonely" look that he was showing everyone, so I walked up to him and lightly tapped his shoe with mine to get his attention.
When he looked up and gave me a quiet greeting, I simply told him that I wanted to talk. I made my way to the other side of the table and sat across from him. He didn't face me fully; he had his back leaning against the wall and that gave him an appearance or expression of exhaustion.
The first words that I said to him were, "Before I start this conversation, I want to make one thing clear. I don't want you to pity yourself. I don't want you to talk only about yourself because this is not only about you. Multiple people have been hurt and to make another thing clear, you are not the one who is mostly hurt. So, don't pity yourself."
He just stared at me after I spoke. He looked down for a brief moment and even tried to talk about himself despite my words. It was as if all he could think about was himself. That there was no one who was hurt or that there was no one who was in the situation with him at all. He only thought about himself and everything that has lead him up to that very moment.
For that, I will never see him as someone who cares about others.
We talked for the rest of lunch. I told him about how he was wrong for saying everything and for what he has been doing to me. I told him that if he truly did want to be with Kassandra that he needed to put her feelings first and not only think about himself. That he needed to stop trying to contact me when I do not talk to him and that if anything, him trying to tell my best friend to keep something from me was absolutely horrible.
He made it seem as if everything I said was clear. He made it seem as if everything that came out of my mouth reached him and that he was going to change his ways.
I didn't buy it for a second.
I don't mean to sound harsh or rude in any way towards Kassandra, but when he continuously kept telling me that he was going to make her happy again and that he wants to be with her, I knew immediately that he was full of nothing but lies. He already showed me that he is not someone who stays true to his words or chooses his actions wisely. He already showed me that he was only about speaking in the moment but always willing to hurt others in the end.
I was right about him.
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The Devil's Trap
No FicciónThis 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...
