With glossy eyes, Zayn turned in the opposite direction and began to walk away. All of a sudden, Johnny was the last thing on my mind. I can't believe I did that!

"No wait Zayn-" I ran after him, but he snapped his head around.

"No, Elysha! I know you didn't mean it and you're going through a lot but I actually kinda liked you. I'll see at therapy tomorrow."

"I'm so sorry." I mumbled, beginning to cry to myself. Why do I always fuck everything up?

I ran down the block, all the way to the only person I knew could help. Thank God she lives so close to the lake.

Klohie.

In the driveway, a rusty old white pickup truck replaced Klohie's navy blue BMW.

I knocked on the door.

No answer.

I rang the doorbell.

Still no answer.

I felt under the welcome mat for the spare key and pulled it out. I welcomed myself inside the dark house and plopped onto the couch.

I texted Klohie:

Where are you?

Notes

Hey. I just like sprained or twisted my ankle. ~Abby

And Sorry if it's mediocre. I was in a lot of pain while writing this. And it's just a filler really. Nothing too big. Sorry again!(: