( ✓ ) Thru The Phone, Boris Pavlikovsky.

NINE.

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CHAPTER NINE !

DAY 22 !

REAL LIFE !

BORIS PAVLIKOVSKY'S POV !

I WALKED TO AMBER'S hideout with the biggest frown on my face.

she ruined my relationship with y/n, and it surely sucks.

i knocked on the cement to let her know i was there, and her head looked towards me. she smiled, walking to me but i pushed her away.

"you fucked up my relationship." i defended myself.

she looked at me with concern, but the concern was all played out by her. a fake mechanism to make boys feel bad for the girls-- and i certainly didn't feel bad for this girl at all.

"i what?" she asked.

"you fucked up everything. my girlfriend hates me, and it's all your fault, you whore!" i yelled, but calling her a whore wasn't going to make this any better.

her eyes pooled up-- shit she was going to cry.

"i only kissed you, boris. because i liked you, i didn't mean to ruin everything!" she cried, but all fake. she was a great actress if you ask me.

"amber, wait, listen." i cleared my words up.

"i didn't mean to call you a whore but..." i said, but trailed off. i got my train of thought back. "but, you cannot kiss guys when they're in a relationship! especially when they're deeply connected to the other!"

"deeply connected?" she asked, gasping. "how long have you been together, like three months?!"

i felt my face heat up. "a year, amber, a long fucking year actually!"

"that's not DEEPLY connected. if you were, it would've been three years or something." amber defended herself.

and that's when i lost it.

"how can someone be deeply connected only when it's three years prior?" i asked, beginning my rant. "y/n is my life, my stars, my moon, and my sun. you had the audacity to kiss me, post it to social media, and brag about it when i had a girlfriend?! that's fucked up, amber, and you know it. she hates me now because of you, and you fucked it up. you, amber. YOU."

i could see the success plastered onto her face, and i got even angrier.

"you think this is funny?! seriously?! after these days of friendship, betrayal to y/n, and to me, you're just going to laugh it off like it's funny and meant to be a happy situation? god fucking dammit, grow up amber! you sick person, sick, i tell you, sick!" i yelled.

i just walked off at this point, flipping her off while so.

as i walked down the sidewalk, i saw a group of boys in black hoods.

they looked to be a senior group of boys, but the last thing i could remember was a kick to the head, a black out, and feeling the blood drip down my nose.

STELLA SAYS !
this is so intense
alexa play 'london bridge' by fergie
"OH SHIT"