"I like you," I cried.
"What," Levi, asked.
I immediately looked at the ground, seeing little ants carrying a bit of cracker crumbs back to their place. I didn't know what to feel, I was finally confessing to him yet I felt like shit knowing what he was going through and I was here doing this, well I can't take it back now.
I looked back at him, waiting for his reply. Instead I saw looking at me with pity in his eyes, I knew what was coming but didn't want to acknowledge it.
"I like you," I said once again.
"Lisa I-I," he stuttered. "I just went through a relationship and my parents and even school, I'm super stressed right now, I don't-,"he stuttered.
I felt tears building up in my eyes and my nose starting to burn. "Those are all excuses, your parents?! What do they have to do with this," I yelled in despair.
"Do you like me, yes, or no," I whispered the last part quietly holding onto a string of hope, that wasn't even there.
"No."he said.
She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses.
He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him.
She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower.
Passionate.
SADITIFIED.