Escape to Fate

“What the hell are you doing?!” I almost shout. “Oh please Riley, I know you loved it. You know it too.” It’s true. I did, but I can’t just be kissing some guy I just met! It’s against…some girl code out there. It has to be. From the tone in his voice, something told me that this might not every be the start of something new. I felt as if he does this all the time. Does he? Does he fake phone calls just to find out where the new girl lives every week? Does he kiss her a few days later? Does he try to get into her pants, and if he does, just leave her? “It doesn't matter whether I liked it or not, you can’t just go around kissing girls! It’s not right,” I shout. “Who said I recently kissed any girl besides you?” he whispers. “It-it doesn't matter. You should go, n-now.” I stumble out words. “Riley c’mon,” he began, “at least tell me you felt something, you know you did.” Should I tell the truth? I know I should, but I decide against it. “Harry go,” I say, “it’s not right.” He puts his hands up in defense and turns on his heel, leaving. When I hear the door shut, I sit on my bed and huff out breath. What the hell happened?