Gone
Sixty-Six
I woke up the next day with the illusion that last night was just a dream. With that in mind, I was in a good mood right up until I got to school. Guess who I saw swapping saliva on the seat near where I usually sat? Yep, you guessed it, none other than Josh and bitch face. I tried to look away but somehow the more I stared, the more impossible it was to tear my eyes away from that ugly sight.
I guess they must've felt my presence or something because they stopped all of a sudden. The expression on Josh's face was priceless. He kind of reminded me of a lost puppy except a lot less cute and a lot more guilty. I shook my head with disbelief and moved away before I did or said anything I'd regret.
Of course he decided to run after me.
"I can explain,"
I stopped in my tracks. I'd heard that phrase many times in my life but right now I couldn't care less about what his excuse was. Amber was still on the seat, glowering at me with her almond shaped eyes.
"Let me guess, she kissed you? I really don't care. Do what you want,"
It was hard to walk away from him like that but I managed. He didn't follow me and I didn't look back but I could just imagine him standing there, staring after me pathetically.
Admittedly, a very small part of me did care. I was just too hurt to admit it to anyone but myself and even then it was difficult. This didn't change how I viewed him. He was still an arrogant pig, I just think maybe being screwed around with like that was sort of confusing for me in terms of his feelings for me. Had he given up on me already or was this his way of proving something to me?
Notes
DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3
So I gave up on Ghost obvs but I have a new story up now called Bravery which I think you guys might like because it's the same sort of thing but with a refreshing new twist :)
10/22/14