Gone

I took off my shoes and shoved them into the bottom of my cupboard with all my other crap. I didn't like my room being tidy. I preferred it this way. For some reason, it was easier for me to find things when it was a total pigsty. Mum had given up on making me clean my room ages ago. She figured it was better to let me 'learn my lesson the hard way'. I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes, letting myself drift in and out of consciousness.

I was so happy, it almost felt as if I was walking on air. It had been ages since I had felt this good about my life. I had a boyfriend who liked me for me (at least as far as I knew) and my parents were acting strange but in a good way (mostly). Even though my best friend and my frenemie had betrayed me, I had figured out my priorities. And right now, number one on my list of importance was getting to know Niall better and building our...yes that's right...relationship. One of the many words I had no clue about.

Everything was great, in fact, everything was...almost...perfect. As usual, I was rudely interrupted by a loud knock on my door. I didn't even move as the door swung open. I was in a good mood for once and nothing could ruin that.
"Hi," said a voice that I knew too well.
Ugh. I took it back, he could ruin this but I was determined not to let him. I rolled over so that my face was squished into my pillow, and dangled my legs in the air.
"K, I know I'm not exactly your favourite person right now but you didn't come home last night. Where were you?"

He sounded worried but I knew that it was all an act, one of the many tricks he had up his sleeve. It didn't matter how sincere he sounded, he was a lying pig and nothing or no one would change that.
"What's it to you?" I muttered into my pillow.
I didn't bother to lift my head.
"I care about you Kaia,"
I snorted at his obvious lie. He didn't care about me. If he did, he would have told me the truth the second I woke up on that Saturday morning. He would have explained everything to me as soon as I had started doubting what had happened that night. He knew how it would affect me, how angry and upset I would be. Yet, he led me on.

Not once had he told me that he cared for me while we were hooking up. In fact, I remember when I had told him I didn't want to be Friends With Benefits anymore.
"Wait, so I'm supposed to go back to having no one to blow me? That's ridiculous!"
That was the first thing he had said to me. And I knew as soon as he said that, that that was all he cared about. That was all the proof I needed.

Notes

FINISHED!!! <3