Accepted
This whole thing was Anthony's fault, his wise beyond his years advice was not suppose to come true.
He was suppose to be wrong, and my calculations were suppose to be bullet proof.
Its his fault...obviously.
Early this morning
"So he's a deranged bully?" Anthony proposed.
Why was I even talking to this guy?
"No, he just- Zay's an idiot," I defended.
"Yes maybe, but that doesn't mean he didn't attack him,"
"Can you please stop making him sound like a monster?"
"I'm not saying he's a monster, I'm just saying it doesn't make any sense to tame the hulk,"
How is it that I always end up debating with this guy? I was walking to school all fine and dandy, wondering why Maya couldn't pick me up today, then boom!
He shows up from behind and says-
"Hello earth to Riley," Anthony said while waving his hand in front of my face. I stopped walking and then spun around to him.
"I don't like you showing up like this, please don't do it again."
A smirk then tugged on his lips before he shrugged.
"I think we should break up," he muttered.
I froze, we were having lunch, talking about how annoying the upcoming English test was going to be and then-
"Do whatever you want," I muttered. I wasn't even going to pretend.
"You don't even want to know the reason?" Lucas almost choked.
He was surprised, was this some kind of test or sick joke?
"Why?" I shot back blankly.
He blinked at me dumbfounded before shaking his head.
"Zay was right, you're not what you seem,"
I felt a tear roll down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away. " I was never fake with you," I mumbled.
He eyed me warily, and hesitated to say something before closing his mouth.
"That doesn't change the fact that you lied," he said finally before getting up and walking away from me.
I waited on the roof anticipating his arrival,... he never came. After an hour of standing there I figured he took my request seriously this time.
I was about to go home when I felt the tears streaking my face. A sob escaped from me and I crotched down to the floor trying my best to gather my composure.
Why was I even hurting, Lucas liked- her. That guise I created. He liked Riley... that Riley
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Not me.