Cuts.

l i f e .

"stay away from him."

"what?"

"why are you stalking my boyfriend?"

"really?"

"well i mean do you like him or something?"

"what do you mean?"

"you. my boyfriend."

"i got no problem with ash."

"you mean nash, i only call him ash."

"fine. i didn't know you'd be mad."

"and i don't like this."

"i don't like him like that."

lies, she thought.

"yeah, yeah, yeah..."

"i don't."

"he's my boyfriend not yours."

"i'm not tying to steal him from anyone!"

she still ignores andrea walking away. she sees nash walk torwards andrea.

"so i saw you talking to my girlfriend. you guys cool?"

"i fucking hate life. i hate you, just stay away from me. forget about me now."

walks away with tears pouring down her face thinking what's the point in life.

{im just so sad and hurt right now. why is hiding feelings a masking of a secret art? i hate hiding this glare in my big brown eyes. i hate my existence.}