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the lies

annabelle's pov-

---friday 18 feburary---

a whole week went past my eyes. 4 days. the longest i have ever gone without talking to dave. he couldn't be bothered by me. i tried multiple times to talk to him but he clearly did not wanted to be seen with me. he had become friends with the "popular kids" in school. the exact same ones we made fun of all the time. i was hurting. i knew i fucked up but he could have at least tried to talk to me? sort thing out right? i was walking to art room like normal when i heard loud voices.

it was dave and his "friends".

"omg dude who was that girl you hung up with before? annabelle allen or something. you were friends with her so long."i guy said, who's name i couldn't be bothered to know.

"OH she is not my friend. HAHA. she legit the most embarrassing person to be with. i hate her like she is so loud and talks so damn much i was only using her, she is like rich rich. "he said in a joking voice, the rest of his friends bursted into laughter.

i couldn't move, rooted to the ground in my stupidity. i felt warm tears flow down my cheeks before i could stop them. i cared about him so much. i looked up to see the group of boys and their girlfriends. i choked on my tears as i saw dave's face. everyone else had either pity or a devilish smirk on their face.

dave's.

his, had shock, hurt and regret all at once.

"is that really how you feel about me?"i blurted.

"aww. little baby has her feeling's hurt. gonna cry?" some bitch asked as everyone began laughing again.

"pathetic." another said.

i ran.

why?

not quite sure myself.

where?

no clue.

i ran faster then i every did before, tears began coming at a faster rate.

he lied.

why?

what did i do?

the pain did not stop. i ran home.no one was at home, unusually. i was the first thankfully, so i ran into my house and locked myself in my room sobbing. 

4:54 pm.

i awoke.

i could feel the dried tears on my face. i was stiff. i must have fell asleep crying.

how pathetic.

i walked into my toilet and saw my face in a mirror. i had a red nose that was so red that i could pass off as rudolph the red nose reindeer's fucking cousin and had dark circles as big as the pacific ocean.

i am embarrassing.

with a touch of foundation i looked fine. there was no way i could tell my mom she absolutely adored dave. she would be crushed. i heard the door bell ring. i thought it was my mom however upon opening to door i saw dave's face.it had so much pain on it i almost began to comfort him until i immediately reminded of what he did to me.

"what the fuck do you want. if you want do make fun of me i suggest you hurry up and leave."i said with so much hate in my voice i couldn't believe it for myself.

"look annie i'm so fucking sorry it all my fault i-"dave started.

"don't. i don't want you stupid lies, your fake apologies. i heard everything. apologising won't change your words they won't disappear but don't worry you don't need to see my annoying face anymore i'm leaving next friday to work, you know become rich while you can stay here and kiss natalie's ass for all i care.by the way it IS all your fault so good job for ruining one friend you have who cares about you.but our know what? not any-FUCKING-more!"i screamed slamming the door on his face.

well that escalated quickly.

dave's pov-

i felt my heart shatter. i liked annabelle so fucking much and i messed everything up. i should not have ignored her. i don't even know why i thought it would get her attention. she did care about me. now she would not even be in my life. i don't know why she couldn't see how much i loved her. everything i did. every kiss to the other girl to make her jealous. she obviously didn't like me the same way. but i liked her so much. now she was leaving me .i was happy she was working. i won't let anyone get between annie and me. she is going to be mine for sure.

somehow.

annabelle's pov-

slamming the door on dave's face felt amazing. he was my bestfriend but i felt wasted my time my childhood on our friendship if he had really cared about our me he would have even said any of that. the said thing was that what he had said was mostly true, i never really had any other friends than him. i was the loner till i meet him. i always cared for him. i was there for him all the time. i was feeling so guilty that i had taken my angry out on him, but he stooped low.

i could still the pain in my heart regardless.

i sat in my room slowly brushing my curly chocolate brown hair like it was the most normal thing to do after breaking a childhood friendship.

after 30 minutes of laying on my bed staring at the ceiling, i heard the front door open and my mom yell.

"i'm home. come!i got dinner let's eat."

no matter how damn busy she is she would always make time to feed me and my family, who i forgot to mention came back with her. walking down i saw big boxes of fried rice, fried chicken and of course vegetables.

my sister and father walked in with her.

olivia had her clothes covered in paint and even had some lavender paint on her elbows. and my dad had his work bag in his hands.

my sister was crazy passionate about painting and she painted amazingly not that i had even the slightest amount of talent like that.

she always told me that make up was like painting on the face.

she was currently being scolded by my dad for being "dirty" and "messy".my dad did not always approve my sister's passion. he thought it was unrealistic to have a stable life selling paintings even though she already has many people auctioning for her work online. she immediately begun to ignore my dad who was very frustrated with the amount of paint on olivia.

i too ignored my father and sat down to eat.

bleh.