I...can't express how sad and betrayed I felt. If I could go back in time and stand up fro myself just like I did with Aristotle, I think I would feel like I would be a happier and more confident person. But I guess, everything happens for a reason.
He talked about how he wanted to come back and that he was sorry for all the mess he caused. I wasn't looking at him, but he kept saying that he missed the friend group and wanted to come back to make everything right again.
"Well, you know how I feel. I want to be mature and move on from this, so I forgive you." Amaya said.
I was shocked. Amaya had always told me that she was so upset with him and that she wanted nothing to do with him, but here she is forgiving him and even trying to jab me with her her hidden words of me being irrational for not wanting to forgive him.
Everyone forgave him. Kassandra even forgave him.
This boy has claimed he dated Amaya out of pity. He has claimed that he only had feelings for me because I was a body and was the closest girl to him. Then when I get mad at him and refuse to talk to him, he sends me multiple messages every day and even tries to contact my brother in order to try and talk to me. Not only does he try to get many people to convince me to talk to him, but when things start to go down hill for him, he goes from Everest to the main campus to find me and follow me to the front of the school so he publicly humiliate me. Now after making an outrageous lie about me to my brother, he expects me to still hear him out and forgive him.
After everything that he has done to me, after everything that I have been put through, my friends still chose to side with him and disregard my feelings.
I remember laughing and shaking my head when they forgave him. I remember feeling my anger slowly rising inside of me.
I grabbed my backpack and stood up instantly. Without looking back, I walked down the hill and straight towards my World History class. I tightly held the strap of my backpack and I suppressed the urge to burst into laughter. I knew that I was hurt. I knew that I wanted to laugh, scream, and cry but I couldn't let myself fall.
I couldn't let myself break, yet.
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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...
