The end, the day I knew it was over, it was the beginning of the end. As she texted me these three little words „it's over Noah", I did not cry or something, just because I couldn't believe that after three years she could do this to me. I knew it would someday end, just because we are so different. I know what u guys r gon think: bUt iF iTs reAl loVe iT sHouLdN'T eNd, eVeN if Y'aLL aRe diFfeReNT.
I know, but with us it's different. She, Dali Shuffer, daughter of Bruce Shuffer and Magie Tily Shuffer, no siblings, two cats, an Atheist family that has always been supportive as fuck, about her choices, her friends (that as long as I can remember turned out being there just for her money every. single. time.) and most important, supportive about her sexuality, has always been the prettiest girl of her school, the girl that the boys were always in competition to date, the girl that everybody gives attention to, the blondie blue eyed beautiful girl. U know her right? In some schools she is hateful, arrogant, pathetic, in other she is adorable, cute, loves everyone and is "friend" with everyone. She always is in high school American teen romances, always the main character, always the girl with a gay best friend, or a black skinned bestie, or another blondie, but less attractive. U know her, stop lying. Yea, the blondie right there, it's the same blondie I stayed with for three years. It's the same blondie that just broke up with me. And me? What am I in all of this, where am I in these American teen love movies? Let's say I don't exist. Did u ever see an African Asian 5'11 tall teenage girl in the kissing booth or to all the boys I loved before? No, and that's "normal". Ever seen a goth kinda girl in any of these? Ever seen a girl who's father left when she was 3, because "this shit is worthless"? The shit being me by the way. Ever seen a weed addict dyke in any of these?Ever seen a almost friendless bitch in any of these? Ever seen a literal whore in any of these? Ok I only did it last year and for only like, 3 months, but u never see prostitution in these. Ever seen any abused child in these? I don't think so. But that's how society is built I guess. Anyways. My mother always told me I wasn't wanted and that I was a mistake, so when I came out as a dyke last year, she kicked me out for one month, where I lived at my girlfriends, no, ex-girlfriends, house. Then she called me back when she learned about the fact I, a ragging lesbian, was living alone with another ragging lesbian, that on top of that was my girlfriend. So she called me back but still didn't talked to me for a solid two weeks. I still remember her first three words in one and a half month:
Never again Noah. NEVER AGAIN U HEAR ME?! I kicked u out for u to get back on the right way, and what did u do? U WENT TO UR GIRLFRIEND?! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO UR MOM? And I thought I raised you right... I should've abort you, as your father wanted. Now he left me, why? BECAUSE OF MY GODDAMN FAGOT DAUGHTER! YOU ARE 15 YEARS OLD, HOW DARE YOU! HOW?! NOW GO IN YOUR ROOM!
These words, these, they broke me a first time. But at least Dali was still here. Oh and I just want u guys to know, she's 19 by the way. Yes I know this a big difference but I don't freaking care, I'm old enough to know who is good for me. Oh god I need to forget her.
I went outside, on my balcony, before I noticed that Branden was on his too. Ahhh Branden. He was my first crush, when I was about nighn. He never knew about it, I never told him, but he was always there for me, and is just my best friend. Even tho he's a white straggot, he understands everything I tell him and has never EVER even tried to act superior to me. And I really much appreciate that as I always did. He's a very nice dude and even bought an straight ally flag that hangs on his balcony, that faces mine. To make things clearer, we live in a square building with a "hole" in the middle where u can see a garden with dead flowers and greyish grass. And so my room and balcony faces Branden's as it always did. But we never got to talk normally, like from balcony to balcony, because they has always been about twenty to thirty meters in between so we just call each other on the phone while sitting on the garden chairs we have on both of our balconys.
We invented a few signs to say: wanna call, I have to charge my phone and my mom took my phone. I signed him if he wanted to call and he said yes. I really had to talk to someone close, that followed our whole relationship and that would actually understand me. Someone who I could really talk to.
After four and a half hours we both decided to go to sleep (waw, we were such adults) and so we hung up.
Before I slept I decided to go on Insta to check my friends story's and posts, because It has been two days since I went online for the last time.
And there it was. In Dali's story I saw her kissing the lips of a Senior going to my school. Oh Jesus Christ...
The worst thing about it is that since she texted me "it over Noah" early this afternoon, I did not cry, because I did not wanted to be a weak ass hoe crying for a dumbass hoe, but there it was; the second I saw the picture, tears started rolling down my cheeks and my eyes because blurrier and blurrier. I clicked on "@lea.melania43"'s insta and everything became clearer.
She cheated.
THANKS TO EVERYONEE!
I know I used to write another story, also named "Am I trippin?" BUT, I got really unsatisfied with it and lost motivation to re edit it and write a new chapter, so here it is; a new book.
It's inspired to 15% of my life (breakup stuff, cheating and all of that) and the rest is inspired of the life of a close friend of mine.
I hope yall liked it, and for the kinky ones, don't worry, imma spice that all up soon 😉
KISS KISS
