Only for you

Chapter 12

Dear readers!

Sorry for the late update. I know, I know I'm saying this a lot lately. But believe me ( even though you don't know me ) I got a lot on my plate right now.

So, as I promised, here's the new chapter! A bit depressing, and a bit steamy.

( wink profusely, though I can't ) 

Last but not the least, check out this amazing person and a more amazing cover-maker, the one I dedicated this chapter too. And a request, if any one of you know this guy, can you message me his name? I have the hots for him. 0_0

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Ipsita

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Chapter 12

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My Eyes again flickered back to the poster bed beside me which was currently empty.

Her bed was neatly made, even the pink pillow was in its place, which never happened.

Her clothes were neatly folded and kept at the edge of the bed, and all her books were neat and piled up. A travelling bag was taking up most of the space on the floor and a few clothes were already packed in.

It seemed as if there was no Amanda to begin with. No Amanda in my life.

Or it was going to be true in a few moments.

She emerged from the bathroom, her towel and shampoo in her hands, and without a glance in my way, she put those in her bag.

And then the remaining clothes.

Silently, she took the framed photograph of her parents off of the side desk and looked at it for a moment.

Sighing she put it in the bag too.

I had no idea how she managed to ignore me uptil this moment, because I had been glaring at her all the time.

I don’t want to share my room with a slut.

Ten words and I realized that our friendship was over. Whatever happened in the past few hours couldn’t bring as much pain as those 10 words did.

I still couldn’t believe that the first person who had been my friend through all of this could say those ten words to me.

I couldn’t believe that our wonderful friendship was so fake.

I couldn’t believe that I trusted someone so easily again.

I mean, hasn’t life taught me enough lessons?

Amanda was shaking a little. I don’t what’s it from. Anger, hurt or plain disgust?

I don’t want to be friends with such a bitch either.

I really wished I hadn’t said that back.

Amanda was never a bitch, and I could never hate her. I spent some of my most valuable and best times with her and Bryan.

Bryan?

I had no idea of him. As far as I know, Amanda didn’t either. The permanent small frown between her brows proved that much.

She zipped her bag and went to the bathroom again and I stared back at her, a stray tear falling down.

How could she?

What will happen to me now?

I have no friends and everyone has already labelled me as a slut.