"I think we aint gon' meet again after this". I slurted it out of no reason.
''Ye right'', he mumbled into my ear and asked me why I put on that serious face. "Because im serious" i said, and when he tried to kiss me i turned my head away and hugged him cheek to cheek just for a brief three-seconds. We were standing in the stairwells and as I walked towards the door i could see his reflection: Throwing his hands up and just standing there, watching me as I went out.
His buddys were outside waiting for him in a green volvo. I realized that I can't get back here ever again, unless he confesses to be crazy in love with me, which he isn't.
fuuuckkk. I fucking hate this little slut, rot in hell.
NO, you're not going to have a good day, and NO, jesus doesn't love you.
How can someone promise to Always be there, no matter what, make you tell 'em all their little secrets just for sex? he could've gotten it anywhere on the street, but why me? wasn't i already hurt enough?
saddest thing is, that im still waiting for him to txt me, ask me why, come after me, but he aint doing none. I really got burnt this time.
