If secrets could Kill

Chapter 13: Revealations

Chapter 13:

Flashback:

"It's not nessesarily that i dont trust you but i dont trust some...most of the girls you hang out with" . I was just about to leave for Boston before i headed up to school, when i had got a text from a close friend that he had seen my boyfriend at cortland making out with some chick.  Considering the source i gave Brandon the benifit of the doubt.  That was untill i saw on his wall that he had infact been at cortland and never told me.  he never hid things from me.  I know we hadn't been seeing each other much lately but i had to work, and so did he.

"like who? who don't you trust?" was he serious, his supposed best friend, who was like a sister to him, flirted with him in front of me.  Hell she told me she was going with him to pick out his tux for senior ball, not me

"oh idk maybe heather?"

"oh come on heathers like a sister to me"

"are you seriously telling me that you dont notice how she flirts with you right in front of me...you apoligized for it before.  and how bout the night she came into your room in just a bra and pants and had like a full on conversation with you."

"I'm sorry"

"why are you sorry...do  you have something to be sorry for? I mean its not your fault shes a whore, unless..."

"Im sorry ohkayy, Im sorry"

that was admission enough i didn't wanna hear anymore, i couldn't i was leaving to go to my favourite place in the world, then start school.

"were done" I wasn't about to start a new chapter in my life with all this baggage.  I would be a completly different person, a better version of myself, Mya not amilia.

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I woke up with tears in my eyes.  why did i have to have that dream again.  Ever since brandon showed up, thats the only dream i have, replaying our break-up over and over again.  How could i ever trust him, he had lied, he had cheated and he had broken my trust.  But worst of all he told me he loved me, knowing i dont say that, knowing i don't believe in that.  He proved all the reasons that "love" is bullshit, that it doesn't exist.  He proved my point.

I got up and got ready.  Today was one of those dont give a shit days, so i threw on my favourite xtra large sweat pants, fuzzy pink slippers, and cute layered tanks.  I headed out to make a smoothie, and watch some teen mom with my roomies.  I could smell wicked strong coffee and saw barbie and sammi sitting on the couch. 

"who's got the coffee pot on, it reaks"

"oh, that be me.  I have it set to start atomatically every morning"

"nice, sammi" I hated the smell of coffee but unfortunatly all five of my roomates drank it."so what are you guys up to today?"

"were gonna go down by sammi's house so i can take some shots for my photo project"

"oh, cool" Sammi only lived like 5 mins from the school so it was kinda weird that she lived on campus, but i mean i get it.  I wouldn't wanna be stuck home all the time in college.

"well if you still need a camera barbie, i got my old one in my room, i grabbed when i went home last weekend"

"great thanks"

"oh By the way what are you guys doing for halloween?"

"prolly going to a party up on the hill, you?"

"i dont know yet a couple of us tlked about goin to the clubs, or trick-or-treating lol"

"wow five much?"

"deadass, im five betch dont hate lol" we all started laughing, and had random conversations about what we would wear out.

Just then there was a knock at the door.  Oh how i had begun to dread those knocks at the door since, brandon started hanging around.

I hesitently opened the door..."oh thank gawd"

"happy to see me are we?"

"yes actually ryan, i'd rather it be you then..."

"ha i get it way to make a guy feel wanted"

"aww i sowwyy ha"

"yaya whatever, i came over here to let you guys know that im gonna have a party tonite"

"aww were going to sammi's sorry"

"It's ohkay what about you mya"

"ya, sure but if they show up"

'if they show up Your more than welcome to leave"

"your the best ryan"

"I know, see you guys later gotta go get ready for class"

ryan left and i looked at the time, shit we had class in like ten minutes, i better go wake up Mila

eight minutes later mila, ryan and myself walked in to our favourite class, ha ya right.  Mr. S seemed in a good mood though so it might not be so bad.  We went and sat in our regular seats, except some guy i'd barely seen in this class was in my seat.  I mean i know we didn't have assigned seats, but that was mine.

"um hey do you mind sitting somewhere else?"

"er ya why is there a problem" he looked at me with a challenging smirk on his face.

"ya kida, see i sit there everyday, and it may seem childish, but i dont really llike people in this class, and so i like to sit between my friends to make this class somewhat tolerable"

"Hmm my class that bad mya?" oh shit Mr. S was behind me

i turned slowly "of course not Mr.S"

"very well then, take a seat next to cilia" seriously, i thought i was done haven to deal with her.  I gave the kid in my seat a death glare and truddged over to the seat next to cilia.

"Im handing back you assignments on Identity, some very interesting responses, such that i've decided to switch your papers, giving you and your partner each others, papers" what was he on crack? cilia can't read that paper, the look on her face said the samething...well now i was interested to see what she wrote.

Mr.S handed me cilia's paper.  I saw the grade at the top that she got an A, i looked over at my paper in her hand and saw the same grade. 

"Now for your next assignment, seeing how many of you took advantage of the assignment and barely communicated with your partner.."i could swear he was looking right at me and cilia, could he really tell from our papers "You will now read your partners paper and write a respose"

"so wait i have to read her paper and tell her what i think about it?..isn't that your job" ha did cilia really just ask him that...priceless

"not exactly, you need to read what she wrote about you, how she sees you, and then write a response telling her what your really like"

This outta be interesting