Gone

Josh sat in my orange swivel chair and pushed off with his feet, sending him around in circles. I leant against my bed's backboard, shaking my head. God he was an idiot.
"So...you and Niall huh? How's that all going?" He asked playfully.
He stopped spinning and slumped in the chair. I rolled my eyes.

He wasn't asking because he genuinely cared. He wanted something. I wouldn’t be surprised if he asked how far I’d been with Niall.
"Why?" I demanded, raising my eyebrows.
He stared at me blankly as if I had no reason to be dubious.

"So I'm not allowed to take any interest in your life?" He squeaked.
He was getting all defensive. He leant forward in the chair and rested his head in his hands. I wasn’t sure what it was but there was something different about him.
“You’re Josh! Since when do you ever take an interest in anyone’s life?”
It was the truth and he knew it. He seemed almost offended by what I had just said to him.

“Have you ever considered that maybe I’ve changed? That maybe I’m not the same guy anymore?”
So now he was telling me that he's changed. For a little while, it seemed as though he had. I had to face reality: Josh was incapable of change. I knew better than to trust him. Did he really think I was that stupid, that gullible? He should know by now that I wasn't under his spell every other girl seemed to be under. I felt the anger bubbling inside my body, surging through my veins.

"No because you haven't!" I finally burst, "And you never will. You're still the same scum-faced lowlife that pretended that we had sex so that you could cover up Amber's mistake. Oh my God...you like her, don't you? That's why you did it. You fucking like her! Well guess what? You deserve each other. Hope you're happy because-"
He cut me off.
"Stop..." he held a hand up and paced over to me, not daring to come any closer than the end of the bed, "You've got it all wrong. I don't like her, I like you,"

Okay now I was disgusted, confused, and angry all at the same time. This was the worst news I had heard all day. How could he like me? It just didn't make any sense. All those times when he had been a complete asshole to me: flirting with other girls right in front of me on countless occasions, objectifying me, pretending I was his girlfriend, making out like he didn't even know me. And acting like a jerk when I broke it off with him. Not to mention pretending to sleep with me, causing me to think I was pregnant.

This whole time, he had liked me? He had to be lying, pulling my leg. He just had to be. There was no way in hell he could be serious about this. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense.

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DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!