anna's pov
i run to my room crying and pass joey. he looks concerned but i mean why would he even care. i hear him and sam talking but i drown it out with my sobs.
after a few minutes i hear my door open, "anna?"
it was sam.
"just go away," i say, still crying.
"anna what happened? did he hurt you?" sam asks.
i look at him, "no, but he wouldn't stop."
"stop what?" he asks.
i turn my neck and show him the hickeys.
"why did you want him to stop? isn't he your boyfriend?" sam asks me.
"well yeah, but i didn't want to do what he wanted and he like got mad and told me i couldnt leave. and then i repeated told him to stop, but he wouldn't stop," i say while crying.
"anna, i think you need to break up with him," sam tells me.
"i will," i say and grab my phone.
i text him;
we are done.
and block his number.
sam gives me a high five and i slightly smile.
"now what?" i ask.
"now you talk to joey," he says.
i look him dead in the eyes, "you're kidding."
he shakes his head, "you have to," sam says.
he calls joey in my room and joey comes in. sam leaves and smiles at me.
"what's up?" joey asks.
i look at him and start to cry, "i'm so sorry joey," i say.
"for what?" he asks, confused.
"for hurting you," i say.
"it's no biggie," he says.
"yeah right," i say.
"no seriously, you found someone and i found someone, it's all okay," he says and i look at him dead in the eyes and start to cry more.
"what?" i ask.
"what? aren't you and dylan happy?" he asks.
"are you dumb? joey. no. him and i are over. i hate him. i never want to see him again," i say and look at him.
he sighs and looks away from me, "oh."
oh. was all he said. what the fuck?
he walks closer to me and sits on my bed, right in front of me.
he looks at me and looks me straight in the eyes. he grabs my cheeks and pulls my head to his. our foreheads connect.
my breathing picks up and the butterflies go wild.
he looks me in the eyes and smirks.
"do it," i say.
he doesn't do anything except look at me.
i look at his lips, i want them on mine. i was wrong to try and hide my feelings. i've liked joey all along.
"damn it joey, just kiss me," i whisper.
he smirks, puts his hand on my chin and pulls my face inches from his lips. he bites my bottom lip and pulls away.
i look at him and glare, "you're a fucking tease," i say.
