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"Okay Lydia, cut the staring it's getting pretty creepy" Kayla mumbled as she and Lydia walked out the parking lot and over the concrete path towards the school, "unless of course you want to make out, in that case just stop the lustful staring and do it" she joked, breaking Lydia out of her trance.
She puckered her lips, shooting her a small smirk, "I think I'll say no to a make out session, especially after you puked"
"I brushed my teeth" Kayla exclaimed with a small laugh, "lucky you had a toothbrush spare in your car... Also why did you have a toothbrush in your car?"
Lydia just shrugged a shoulder, quirking her lips, "just in case of emergencies" and that made Kayla raise her eyebrows, what kind of emergencies warranted a toothbrush? The boogieman?
"Oh yes Lydia because you could totally fight off an attacker with a three dollar toothbrush"
"Not that kind of emergency" she answered slyly, pushing open the front doors with a dramatic flare of her arms and it took a second for Kayla to catch onto what she meant, "what can I say... Jackson liked it when I went down on him"
"Uh... Ew... Ew... Ew" she stuck her tongue out, gagging loudly, sending Lydia a disgusted look, "you let me brush my teeth with something that has been in contact with his, gah, icky stuff?"
Lydia laughed lightly, the sound ringing delicately off the walls and damn her for getting so much enjoyment out of this, "no, I always replaced them afterward" and Kayla just breathed a sigh of relief at that.
"Thank god" she mumbled, "geez Lyd, way to give me heart failure, thanks so much for that"
"Drama queen" Lydia shot back with a smirk as they arrived at their lockers, "and don't have a freak out but rebound werewolf, nine o'clock"
"Oh shit" she cursed, keeping her back to the corridor as she immediately latched onto who Lydia meant, "fuck, fuck fuck, what I am supposed to say? Oh sorry for falling on your lips, I was just in the middle of an Antarctic scaled melt down?"
"Relax" Lydia waved her hand, shooting her a glance as she rooted around in her locker, "it was a kiss, it's not like you seduced him into having sex on your ex boyfriends couch... Which, I'll admit, he kind of deserves" Lydia hummed, obviously referring to Stiles.
"Lydia" Kayla exclaimed in a hush, "he's one of my best friends, I'm only having a freak out because I don't want him to have a freak out, which I know he will... He goes all blushy and awkward... Oh god, what if he hates me?"
"Stop over thinking" Lydia mumbled with an amused snort, "and as for making out with your best friends... Allison remember?"
"One time, one time" Kayla exclaimed, "...unfortunately" she added because, sure, Allison was a good kisser before she shook her head, getting back on the subject at hand, "but that was different, I was acting like a rabid sex beast then"
"Then use that as your excuse" Lydia smiled, tilting her head up to look in the mirror on her locker door to apply some shiny pink lip gloss, "say you were-"
"-craving sex so much I was about to jump his bones? Yeah no" she shook her head, screwing her eyes shut, "this situation cannot get much worse"
"What can't get much worse?" Isaac asked and Kayla jumped at his sudden appearance, shooting Lydia an exasperated look as if to say 'you could've told me he was there, thanks so much supposed-to-be-bff'
"Uh..." She turned around, shrugging sheepishly, "my life"
"Hale-"
"Don't hate me" she rushed out, "I was just confused last night and you were just there with, well, lips and I didn't mean it okay? It was idiotic and stupid and it was a rebound move... Don't dump me"
Isaac chuckled, shaking his head, "I would never dump you as a friend, don't get yourself in a tizzy"
"I'm in a tizzy alright" she nodded, "because I kissed you... On the lips... And why aren't you freaking out? You always used to freak out when we, somehow, ended up making out"
"Because Hale-" he placed his hands on her shoulders, sending her a smirk, "-I get it okay? You were sad, hence the lip locking, it's in the past"
"Really?"
"Really" he confirmed with a smirk before frowning slightly, "and is it a little sad the only person I've ever kissed is my best friend? Oh god..." He mumbled in dread, "did I just say that out loud?"
"Yup" Lydia confirmed with a smack of the lips, looking away from the mirror to shoot him an amused smirk, "but that may well change"
Huh? Kayla followed Lydia's gaze to see Paige standing at her locker across from them, slyly watching Isaac from the curtains of her blonde hair.
"Huh" Kayla muttered as Isaac sent Paige a small smile, "damn I've got competition" she joked, "and here I thought I would always be your number one"
"You always will be" he winked jokingly, nudging her arm playfully before bidding farewell and making his way over to her, leaning against the locker and smiling and laughing with her.
"See? You have awesome friends, who needs a guy, now stop your moping and let's go to biology" Lydia started to drag her away and Kayla just laughed... It was true, she really did have awesome friends.
Except her luck sucked. She managed to go two periods without seeing or interacting with Stiles but, unfortunately, he did go to the same school as her. She would have to see him eventually. She almost bumped into him in the corridor but swiftly managed a change of course before it was too late and briskly made her way to the other end of the corridor.
But Stiles couldn't let her go. Not again. He couldn't explain much without lying but he couldn't have her hating him, he couldn't.
He ran after her, calling her name gently but she ignored him, tuning out his voice. He tried again, ignoring the annoyed looks he got from other students as he pushed past them, panic welling in his chest.
"Kayla? Kayla... Kaylz wait... Kayla? Kayl-"
"What?" Her reply was sharp and to the point, coated in bitterness as she turned around and shot him an exasperated look, "what Stiles?"
He flinched at that, feeling like razor blades had cut through him, "I just-" he couldn't say something without sounding and acting like a jerk, he knew that, but he really just wanted to talk to her, to hear her voice even if it was flinging curse after curse at him, "-I just... Want to talk"
She screwed her face up at that, "talk?... Seriously?" She demanded, "oh yes Stiles, let's go get coffee and play footsy under the table" she remarked sarcastically, slowly shaking her head, "we have absolutely nothing to talk about"
"Please" he practically begged, side stepping in front of her to stop her moving, "I just... I really don't want you to hate me" and she sent him a confused look, her eyebrows furrowing, "I mean... For the sake of our friends" he lied, well aware that Brian could be lurking around every corner, listening in and knowing if he wasn't satisfied with Stiles' lying skills then he could detonate the bomb so to speak.
A hurt look flashed across her face, bright green eyes flaring up with pain, "wow Stiles... And just when I thought you couldn't sink any lower" her voice exasperated as she shook her head at him, "you know what? 'For the sake of our friends' I'll be civil with you when the feeling of wanting to punching you lessens and only then" her voice shook with intensity, "and don't use our friends as leverage Stiles, don't you dare"
"I didn't mean... I didn't mean that" he said feebly, well aware that to her it sounded like he was warning her to play nice of she could lose her friends when to him he wanted to be civil because the thought of her hating him killed him, it really did, "I... I really want to talk to you"
"Didn't you hear me before Stiles, we have nothing to talk about... You lied, I fell for it and you got me to sleep with you, in a nutshell, what more could you possibly say?"
That he didn't mean any of it, that he was so incredibly sorry, that he loved her more than he could put into words...
"I can... Explain" which meant more lying but he just wanted to talk to her, he needed to talk to her, "I don't want you to hate me"
"Yeah well... Too late" she scoffed and her words from last night echoed around in his head, 'I hate that I love you' - surely if she still loved him, if she even felt a smidge of what she did before the surely there was still hope... Right?
"You don't hate me" he whispered, part in know and part in hope, keeping his stance as she peered up at him, eyes glassy.
"No... But I should" she replied, her forehead scrunching up, "I should hate you so much"
His heart jumped at that, knowing she hated him right now but she didn't hate-hate him, that was something, "just give me a couple of hours... A couple of hours and if by the end of it you still want to punch me then I'll give you a free hit" he bargained, "or two, or three, maybe four if I haven't passed out by-"
"Stiles" she interrupted him, her tone stern "shut up"
He just nodded, biting his lip as he diverted his gaze to the floor, knowing that if she didn't agree then this could well be it, he wouldn't get to apologise or be civil to her ever again.
He heard her sigh loudly, "fine" she relented with a roll of her eyes, "you have an hour" and he looked up at her, his eyes lighting up, "but don't think for one second I'm forgiving you, or even close to forgiving you because I probably never will but..." She faltered slightly, "but if it will stop you pestering me then fine" she relented again, her tone still hard and close to ice cold but he felt it melting out, soothing to more of a luke warm temperature.
"... Okay, Uh yeah... Good" he gulped loudly, nodding his head, knowing that while Brian was still around this was his one and only chance to get her on the right path to forgiving him, even if he still had to lie and say he never loved her...if he couldn't have her as his girlfriend then having her as a friend would just have to suffice until they got rid of Brian - but it was easier said than done, Stiles didn't think she would ever truly forgive him for this.
"Well?" She then demanded, crossing her arms, "times a ticking Stilinski"
"Uh right yeah, um..." He spun and turned on the spot, scratching the back of his neck, "um... Do you want to... Get out of here?"
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, her stance turning slightly more defensive, "why?"
"To... Talk?" It came out as more of a question, "I just thought you wouldn't want to talk here... At school"
"Well I don't want to talk full stop but whatever"
The words died in the back of his throat, his posture slumping in defeat. He didn't know how much longer he could do this, the whole lying thing, it was slowly eating away at him, numbing his whole body. The guilt was immense but not quite as big as if he got someone killed... For now he had to play Brian's game before he got to beat him. Like chess. Or poker. He just had to be good at tactics and bluffing.
"Fine" she repeated again and he looked up, eyes hopeful, "you lead the way... But I'm taking my own car" she told him, brushing past him but stopped and turned around with an annoyed expression, "dammit I don't have my car"
"It's okay, I'll drive" Stiles probably jumped on that opportunity a tad too fast to be considered 'cool' but any time he could civilly spend with her was like winning the lottery.
She sent him an apprehensive look, her jaw clenching, her eyes full of fire but eventually nodded all the same with a tired sigh.
Maybe he couldn't get her to forgive him yet, maybe he couldn't tell her the truth but that didn't mean he couldn't do something to get them on the right track. All he knew was that he had to try something before everything slipped through his fingers.
"Seriously Stiles? Here?" She demanded when they reached their destination and he just glanced at her from the side of his eye as he parked opposite Milly's diner.
"I just thought... I just thought we could hit two birds with one stone... Talk and get burgers, you love burgers" trying to get on her good side - it was no secret Kayla loved her burgers, usually with about a ton of ketchup and mustard.
"I'm feeling kind of queasy so I think I'll pass on the burgers" she explained, pulling herself out of the car as Stiles did the same, shooting her a worried look.
"Are you feeling okay?" He asked her, giving her a quick once over.
"Don't pretend to care" she shot back at him before leaving him stranded to stride into the diner without him. Of course he cared, how couldn't he? He cared so much it hurt but he knew she was hurting too, lashing out at him because in her eyes he deserved it. Hell in his eyes he deserved it three times over.
He slowly followed her in, giving her time to cool her jets slightly before sliding across from her in the booth. He didn't fail to notice she chose the same booth that they were in last time they were here and whether that was a conscious decision or not he didn't know, a part of him hoped it was a good sign, like things were eventually going to get better.
Her arms were crossed, her gaze stoney as she watched his every move carefully and with caution, eyes narrowing into slits as he started awkwardly fiddling with the napkin on the table, a frog in his throat.
"Well?" She demanded, "although I prefer the silence if you're not gonna speak then I'm gonna go, you're wasting my time" she threatened, cocking an eyebrow at him.
But he had no idea where to start or what to say. If he said 'oh yeah btw Kayla, I lied lolz joke' then Brian would let loose, killing anything and everything in his path but if he continued lying and went 'yeah I was totally using you for meaningless sex haha funny right?' then she would storm out of here and never speak to him again. This was his only chance. He couldn't mess this up.
"... You know what? Nevermind" she scoffed after a few more seconds of awkward silence, "clearly 'this' was a mistake" she pushed herself up with her hands on the table, "Just like our whole relationship"
That stung a lot, hitting him right bang smack in the middle of his chest but before he could reach out for her hand and beg her to sit back down, to just give him another minute she stumbled slightly, shakily falling back down onto the red leather seat with a dazed look on her face like she couldn't understand what had happened.
Worry flared up in him, racing through his veins. Did he cause this? Was this his fault? Did he hurt her so much that she wasn't taking proper care of herself? He leaned forward, about to reach out for her but she shot him a furious look, causing him to falter.
"Back off, it's just a little dizzy spell" she said through gritted teeth and of course, he forgot, she wasn't his girlfriend anymore, he couldn't do the affection thing as much as it killed him.
"Why?" He asked, staying firmly planted in his seat despite the fact his whole body was itching to round the table and sit next to her, take her hand and wrap his arms around her.
"Oh I don't know Stiles" she exclaimed sarcastically, her voice biting, "couldn't be because of the stress? Or worry? Or y'know general feelings of crappiness?" She shot back at him with an annoyed huff, "and stop acting like you care, games over remember? You let the cat out of the bag" she stated bitterly, taking in a deep breath but continued to stay seated, obviously deciding it was safer.
"Kaylz-"
"Don't call me that"
"Kayla" he corrected quietly, his heart aching at that, "I do care" Brian didn't say anything about that, he only said to say he was using her for sex and that he didn't love her, technically he wasn't breaking any rules.
"No you don't... Otherwise you would've been honest with me and you certainly wouldn't have let me fall in love with you" she told him quietly, slowly shaking her head at him.
He gulped noisily, his eyes flitting from the table back to her face nervously, "I made a mistake... I thought I could-" he faltered, his stomach plummeting, "-I thought I could love you... Eventually"
"Eventually?" She questioned, "Stiles just stop okay, loving someone shouldn't be a chore, it should be easy and hard at the same time and it certainly shouldn't be forced... If you didn't love me then why pretend? Why? Right... The sex, my bad" she rolled her eyes, turning her head to the side to avoid looking at him.
It wasn't like that. It wasn't. "Casual relationships aren't completely unheard of" he said without thinking, knowing that if he had to agree and say it was just about sex it would crush the both of them but judging by the hurt and fierce look she shot him what he said wasn't any better.
"Why you asshole-"
"Hello" a voice interrupted chipperly and Stiles glanced up in confusion, seeing a bright young happy blonde haired waitress - guess Milly must be on her day off - smiling down at them, her brown eyes so wide with eagerness Stiles almost jumped back in shock, "are you ready for me to take your orders?"
"Uh... Um..." He glanced at Kayla and she just shot him a distasteful aggravated look, her eyes narrowing in anger, "um... Yeah sure Uh... Double bacon cheeseburger and fries and a coke for me and Uh... Kaylz-"
"Don't call me that" she cut him off, looking about ready to rip his head off in the middle of the diner, "and nothing for me thanks" she told the waitress shortly, an arm wrapping around her torso as she turned her head, indeed looking quite queasy and sick.
"You know miss, when my sister was pregnant and the morning sickness got so bad she used to order onion rings, swore by it, said it kept the sickness at bay" and Stiles gulped as Kayla shot the waitress a withering glance, her eyes fierce, "works for any kind of sickness too, if my sister swears by it then it must work, she's a right fuss pot that one"
"It's. A. Stomach. Bug" she answered slowly, "not that it's any of your business anyway" she turned her head away stubbornly and the waitress shot Stiles a confused look, like she couldn't understand what she had done wrong. He just smiled apologetically back, giving a small shrug of the shoulder in explanation, showing he had no idea what to do or say.
"Okie dokes" still though the waitress remained chipper and unfazed by Kayla's bad attitude, about to turn away but Kayla called her back.
"Uh... Sorry, I'll try it" Kayla corrected, nodding her head slightly, "thanks"
Silence continued at their table, the kind of silence that crushes and suffocates you at the same time, the awkward tension making his stomach churn uncomfortably.
"Friends with benefits?" Kayla asked and Stiles raised his eyebrows at that question, "to you, was that what we were?"
No. "...yes"
It looked like it took a minute for the words to register and judging by the crushed look he got in return a few seconds later he knew the words had sunk in, "well that's just... Great" she whispered, tears beginning to glisten in her eyes but she held them back determinedly, "I fell for an asshole... Dammit Stiles" she exclaimed, clenching her fists that rested on the table, "you lying, using, big headed asshole" she spat, shaking her head at him, "why? Why did you do this to me? Why?" She demanded, "why did you make me fall for you? Why?"
He flinched at that, biting down hard on his bottom lip, "I... I..."
"Was it fun?" She whispered in pain, "was it fun for you to play me?"
"I-"
"I want to know every single detail" she snarled, her pain immediately turning into red hot anger as she glared at him, "I want to know exactly what you thought through out this past year, got it?" She demanded, "you owe me that much"
He sent her a guilty look, his skin going pale "o-okay" even though he didn't know if he could lie any more, the mere thought of it making fire explode in his brain.
"That night at the school, when Peter was the Alpha, why did you come back for me when I was under his trance?" She demanded, shrugging her shoulders, "hmmm? Why play hero when you never even liked me?"
"You were my friend... I wasn't about to let you die" because, at that time, she was his friend and he did feel something for her already by that point, all he knew then was that he couldn't leave her there, he just couldn't, it was like he was compelled to help her, his own life meaning not a lot as he raced back to her, grabbing her hand to mutter her soothing words.
"Fine, the first time we kissed out in the woods, if my mom didn't call and interrupt us, was all you were wanting was a hook up? Someone stupid enough to let you lose your virginity too? Were you even a virgin in the first place?"
He gulped, risking a glance over his shoulder. Was Brian here? Could he possibly be listening in right now? Did he plant a spy bug on him or something?
"I..." That night, when he kissed her, he wasn't even thinking about sex, all he could think about was the fact this funny, beautiful amazing girl was kissing him back and he felt something he had never really felt before, adoration, through and through, "I thought..." He gulped, he couldn't do this, he couldn't, why was Brian making him do this, "I thought maybe but-but it didn't happen"
Pain flared up in her eyes again as she glanced down, tanned skin going even more pale.
"So... So when you said you loved me-" her voice cracked and Stiles just wanted to take a hold of her hands and never let go, "-you didn't mean it... So you just said it as a way to speed things up, to get me into bed?"
No. No he said it because it was the truth. "Y-Yes"
Her whole posture slumped and he felt like every question he answered was slowly breaking her down, watering her down and that caused him unimaginable pain.
"And when you took that bullet for me... Why? You could've died" she exclaimed, furrowing her eyebrows, "or are you gonna tell me next I should take that as a compliment that someone was literally ready to die because of how good I am in bed"
He took that bullet because the thought of losing her was unbearable and knew that if he had the means to stop it, if he could save her, then he would... He didn't have regard for his own life in that moment, it was basically a no brainer - he didn't even have to think about it for a millisecond, he loved her of course he would save her.
"I... I don't know" he lied, "I guess I took that bullet because-because-" oh god, he couldn't say this, he couldn't say this, he couldn't say this, "-I thought it would make you feel guilty... And-and you would stay with me" crap, no, no, not like that, not like this-
"Wow... Just wow" she mumbled and he could see her heart breaking right in front of his very eyes, "and just when I thought you couldn't get any worse... You risk your own life all for a little action..." She shook her head slowly, "there's something wrong with your head"
"I didn't-"
"Orders up" the blonde haired waitress greeted them with a wide smile, moving the tray to hold in one hand while she placed Stiles' food and coke in front of him before tuning to Kayla and giving her a large bowl of battered greasy onion rings with a complimentary glass of water.
"My Name is Roxanna by the way just in case you were looking for some funky cool names" she smiled widely, giving a little bounce on the spot, "but Roxy doesn't really work for a boy does it? Hmmm Ronnie, that could work, that's cute" the waitress gushed and Kayla just sent her a 'what the hell are you on' look, her eyes narrowing.
As the waitress, or 'Roxanna' continued to prattle on about the name and its origins Stiles' phone beeped and he just glanced down at him, fully prepared to turn the damn thing off before realising it was from an unknown number.
... Immediately, like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head, Stiles got a chill straight down to the bone. His fingers starting shaking slightly as he opened the text, dreading what it said.
'Tut tut Stiles, someone's a bad liar. Up the ante boy and up it good. Daddy's on patrol right now isn't he? I would just hate for him to get a disturbance call out and his head bashed in by the estranged thug, that would be terrible. I want you to hurt her. Hurt her or else dear old daddy won't be the only one I'll visit... Tabitha Jacobs will also be on my list'
... No. Stiles felt his heart drop, the phone going slack in his grip. Hurt her? More? No... No...
Another beep came through and Stiles just bit his lip, brown eyes falling on the new text.
'Oooooh, I know. You slept with that blonde girl, Heather is it? You slept with her countless times over, in lots of different ways, you slept with her in your own bedroom when Kayla was living with you... In fact, you slept with her because you got bored. All summer long. Now that's fun. Do it Stiles... I dare you xoxo'
So not only did he want him to hurt Kayla in unimaginable ways, he wanted him to disrespect his friends memory? This was unbearable. Each lie felt like a knife to the stomach, his composure slipping... How could he break her like this?
"Right, you're annoyed, comes with the territory I guess" 'Roxanna' continued to smile widely as Kayla shot her a heated glare, obviously fed up with her rambling, snapping Stiles from his daze, "just keep in mind Roxanna, trust me it's a pretty great name" and with that she skipped away, leaving behind two very confused teenagers.
Stiles didn't have time to contemplate what the hell had just happened because Kayla shot the waitress one last evil glare before rounding on him.
"All those times I got hurt, all the times you patched me up or were there at the hospital... Why did you do that? Did you get some kind of sick pleasure out of it? Did you-"
"Kayla" he interrupted, his eyes full of tears as his heart palpitated in his chest, "I... I was a Virgin when I met you" oh god, no... No, please, someone stop him saying this, "I... I only slept with you... And only you... Until-until-"
"Until what?" She demanded, her jaw clenched and he saw her bottom lip quivering ever so slightly, "until what?"
Why did he have to do this? Choose between her and the other people close to him? Why was Brian doing this? Why did he enjoy their pain so much? His throat closed up, each breath getting harder and harder to take in. Break Kayla's heart even more, crush it in the palm of his hand, or be responsible for his dad's and a six year olds death? What kind of sick twisted choice was this?
He faltered, suddenly feeling sick to the stomach, "until... Until... Heather" he answered slowly, spikes of pain running through his brain, "until summer... When I... When we... When she and I..." He couldn't get the words out, each pronunciation slowly killing him, "when I... I slept with her" and just like that the lie was out in the open, never to be taken back. Just like that he completely destroyed her.
He watched in heartbreak and guilt as a devastated look fell over her face, tears blurring her eyesight. He had never seen someone look so... So crushed.
"You and Heather...?" She trailed off, "you had sex with Heather when-when you were still with me?"
No, never. He would never do that to her. He didn't like Heather in that way, he loved Kayla and only Kayla.
"...yes" another knife wound, directly over his heart, "I... I cheated on you"
She just shook her head, rapid tears now falling, "why?" And just that one devastated one word question made him break down. His face crumpled, guilty tears beginning to slide down his cheeks, "why?"
"Kayla, please-"
"Don't you fucking dare" she pushed herself back on the seat away from him, her eyes wild but full of pain, "and you honestly expect we can be friends after this? That I can be civil to you?" She demanded, shaking her head, "no Stiles, you lying... Cheating... Scumbag..." She pronounced, a trail of tears tracing their way down her cheeks and off her chin, "how many times?" She asked through gritted teeth and he just shook his head, he couldn't do this, he couldn't, "I said how many times?"
He flinched at that, wishing he was dead by this point, that would solve everything.
"... All summer" he lied with a guilty tone, knowing this was it... He couldn't get Kayla to forgive him because Brian was always there, digging the knife in a little deeper and twisting, ruining their lives, controlling them. He couldn't win against Brian because Brian had already won... Taking away the one person Stiles wanted more than anything.
"All summer?" She repeated faintly, "all summer? When I was in the hospital? When I was scared I would never walk again? All that time you were sleeping with her... All the time you were having sex with me you were having sex with her too?" She demanded and Stiles couldn't speak, his throat aching with emotion as he glanced down at the table, his tears landing on the work top.
"You're sick" he heard her mumble in a broken voice, "you're sick Stiles... Getting off on ruining people's lives like it's a game of chess... You're sick" she repeated, throwing him a dirty look, "you made me love you... You made me fall in love with you... Well you know what? I hope you rot in hell" she spat angrily, picking up the glass of water and roughly throwing it at him, the cold drink spilling down his clothes, "you bastard, you fucking bastard... I hate you" she snarled, voice dripping in venom, "it should be you six feet under, not Heather... Because she wasn't the only one to fall for your lies and promises... You should be dead instead of her" and with one last hurt and angry glare she stormed from the diner, Stiles' tears mixing with the water, leaving him sitting there broken and numb, not even acknowledging the third and final text he got from the unknown number.
'Well done... Now let the games begin xoxo'
A/n) hahahaha I love hurting you all, but it hurts me too like it's killing me so much, anyway motel California soon like the bus ride donw in a few chapters or so, and although you probably want to kill me I would love to hear from you, pretty please? Please review and I will love you all, peace out lovelies x
