He Will Regret Me

Life Sucks.

The rest of my weekend was spent with a tub of ice cream, chick flicks, my snuggie, and tears.That's how girls are supposed to act in break ups, right?

As I'm sitting there, watching The Vow for the third time, mom walks in.

" Honey, why don't you go get some fresh air? "

I sigh and just give her a look. The look that says, why do you think I don't? She smiles innocently. I roll my yes and peel myself from the back of the couch. I trudge to my room and stare at my room.

Clothes was strewn on the floor, my dresser was messy, my desk had homework all over it. My OCD was kicking in. I immediately start picking up everything. After a good while and it was almost spotless, I got to my closet to find something comfortable to wear.

I choose a grey tank top and cotton shorts. I pull my hair up in a bun. And I remove my black streaked makeup down my face, no since in wearing it if I just cry all the time. I slip on some tennis shoes.

I walk downstairs and mom smiles, looking pleased. I grab a grey hoodie and put it on. "Happy?" I say as I walk out the door.

Where should I go? I think to myself as I shove my hands in my pockets. I guess I could go to the park. Good thing I grabbed my iPod. I put my headphones in and listen to my playlist.

When I arrive at the park I sit down on a bench, trying to catch some of my breath. I hunch over and put my hands on my knees.

"You alright?" A familiar voice says. I pull out my headphones .

Woah. Who is that again? I look up to greet the eyes I once knew. Those hazel eyes. My heart jumps into my throat.

"Joey?" I ask.

He smirks and runs a hand through his hair. "The one and only." I just awkwardly stare at him. The guy I once knew. One of my best friends, that I had fallen in love with. And been rejected by. He looks so, happy. When I'm so, depressed.

"So what are you doing here?" Joey asks. I look at him " My mom wanted me to get fresh air. I have been holed up for a little while ". Joey smiles " Same here."

Butterflies flutter in my stomach violently. He looks into my eyes in a friendly way. "Just been so depressed lately."

I look at him " Yeah, me too ". Joey gave me a confused look "why?" A breath leaves my mouth as I start to explain how me and Dereck got together, and how it all ended.

Joey nods his head slowly, like he is still processing and letting it sink in. " Well, Kayla. I'm sorry ." I look at him, surprised. I just nod my head slowly.

Joey smiles, like he was remembering a memory " I'm depressed because the girl that I've liked for sometime, has rejected me twice." I understand that his smile was a sad one. I chuckle at myself, he knows how I feel. I give him a sad look, showing I'm sympathetic. He scoots closer to me, our hands inches apart. I pull my hand away form beside his. No way I'm falling for this heartbreaker, again.

I suddenly have a flashback of the times me and Joey hung out with each other. Playing video games, talking at the mall, going out for pizza, movie nights. We were really close friends weren't we? I probably know a lot more about him then I did with Dereck. I was always doing something with Joey.

" Me and this girl was so close. " he says continuing his conversation, looking at the ground. " I've just been too nervous to barely even say anything at all." He looks at me. Why is he looking at me? Why is he even telling me this? Well. He thinks we're good friends.

Joey stops suddenly and studies me. I awkwardly shift my seating position.

"Kayla?"

"Yeah?"I answer. He folds his hands in his lap "why don't you talk to me anymore?"

My face gets warm and once again the butterflies began to fly. "Because...um...I-I....it's really awkward." Joey nods "we should got to get pizza sometime."

I blush and kinda nod in agreement. Joey gets up and brushed his pants off,even though there's probably nothing there. He starts to walk away. I sit there looking at my feet , thinking about what just happened.

Do I have a date with Joey?!

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A/N-

So yup. I made that happen. So don't get mad at me or nuthing, cuz I have a plan for this story

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