It has been 3 months since I was stabbed. And it's been 3 months since Eric and I got together. Today Hannah and I were spending the day together having a best friend day. We were going shopping at the mall. Eric hasn't talked to me much today and it's kind of worrying me. I guess he is busy.
Eric and I have been doing great and there have been no problems. I'm beyond happy. Hannah and I arrive at the mall and start shopping. It was strange because I actually wanted to go shopping today.
We walk into a store and start looking around. I found this adorbale white shirt and pair of baby blue skinny jeans. I also bought a pair of tan flats and a pink tank top. I had pretty good taste. We walk into a few more stores and we finally enter the last store. I wasn't in the mood to shop anymore so I took a seat by the dressing rooms.
I heard giggling from behind the dressing rooms so I get up and walk around to see something I never thought I would see. Eric had a blonde pushed against the wall and was kissing her while her hands ran through his hair. I started to cry and tears fell down my face at a quick pace. "Oh my god!" I yell as I was still crying. Eric turns and looks at me with his face as white as a ghost. Speechless. "Um who are you?" The slutty blonde ask me. "I'm his girlfriend.. well I used to be. I'm his ex. I hope you two have plenty of fun together." I turn around crying and running out of the store to find where Hannah went. " Ally! Ally! Wait!" Eric pulls my arm and turns me around. "I'm so sorry Ally. Please forgive me!" he pleaded. "Me forgive you? Hell no. Not after this. You have hurt me. I should have never thought you have changed. You're still the player you will always been. I fucking hate you!" And with that I left and found Hannah outside by the car.
I explained everything that happened to Hannah on the way home. She was beyond pissed. I finally got home and forgot I lived with Eric until I saw his car. Just perfect. I walk inside and saw Eric laying on the couch. He gets up when he seems me. He walks toward me and I notice that his eyes were puffy and red. Has he been crying? "Ally look..." But before he could say anything else I push past him and go upstairs to my room and started to cry. Why was he crying? Why would he cry? I thought to myslef as I slowly drifted to sleep.
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Living With the Player
RandomAlly Johnson is your average Senior at Gilbert High School in Arizona. She's pretty, she has the curvy body, she has the good grades, and has money that most wish for. But she is never noticed because she isn't popular. She has one friend which is h...
