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Aristotle was texting on his phone and told me that I was a bad person. That what I've been doing was wrong and that he is a good person who shouldn't have those words said to him. Aristotle was telling me that it was my fault and that I'm a horrible person for getting upset at him.
It was the day after I broke things off with Aristotle. Even though I knew that my feelings for Jeremiah were growing, Aristotle still had a small spot left in my heart and seeing him say those things to me was more than heartbreaking. I tried so hard to keep Aristotle out of the situation, but in the end, he brought him in it. Aristotle was not there form the very beginning and only heard what he told him.
He blamed me for everything and I started to cry really hard.
Illyanna saw me break down and in a quiet voice, I told her what Aristotle texted me. Illyanna was already upset at what he was doing to both Kassandra and I, but now she was in full rage at what Aristotle was saying to me. Telling Aristotle that she was the one texting, Illyanna blew up on him and told him that he has no right to get involved in something that never involved him. That he does not know what he has done to me, so saying that I was the one to blame was horrible and completely out of the question.
I was still letting my tears fall down my face. I needed air so I walked around the high school campus until I managed to stop my tears. As I walked, I felt like I was dying more inside. That my heart was turning black and that my will to keep moving forward was falling apart.
When I came back to the music room, Illyanna was done texting the two boys and wanted to know immediately if I was okay. I continued to speak in a quiet voice and shook my head. I just needed to get away from everyone. Taking one last look at my phone, I texted them that I wanted them to stop talking to me; that I wanted both of them to leave me alone. I was too tired, so I put my head down and closed my eyes in order to try and block everyone out. Aristotle and him stopped texting after my message, so I was more than relieved to get a break from the whole situation.
But they were not done with me.
ಠ_ಠ ...I really hated my life during those moments.
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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...
