(Hey. School is here but don't worry I already have all the stories pre written and saved into doc. Manager. Hope you enjoy this chapter and please review)
I can't believe that he had the nerve to come see me at my job.
Me: What the hell do you want?
Jack: Kim, I just wanna talk to you.
I stood there quietly for him to say something but he didn't.
Me: I'm waiting…
Jack: Oh yeah
Dumbass.
Jack: Look, I'm sorry. It's just that I made a stupid mistake. I never should've started talking to her. But actually Kim you need to forget about all of this.
Me: How? How can I forget that my best friend in the entire world had promised me that he wouldn't talk to the girl that I hate the most? You knew that I couldn't stand her, Jack. You not texting me may hurt, but this hurts way more.
Jack: WELL WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSE TO DO NOW KIM?! You need to stop and forget about all the bullshit. She hasn't said anything about you behind your back so why are you?
I was shocked. Jack never yelled at me before. I wanted to scream back but I sort of couldn't.
Me: Look, you must be deaf. You didn't see what she did to me in the hallway. She came up to me and apologized but she didn't.
Jack: That's because you never gave her a chance!
Me: Well maybe it's because I gave her too many chances in the past and that's why I'm so skeptical now. Jack, I've told you from the day that she betrayed me; I lost trust in people because of her. Look I want you to know that we're not friends anymore. I expect fake friends to betray. (sniffles) But I didn't expect for my best friend to do that to me.
I grabbed my stuff and ran out the door. Tears are streaming down my face as I go. I've been betrayed and lied to ever since middle school because of bullshit that surrounds me. I just couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to live a life where I didn't have to worry about anything bad happening to me. I didn't want any drama in my life. I finally reached my house and saw that my parents weren't home. I walked into the kitchen and seconds later. I feel onto the floor crying, while looking at my hand filled with scars and blood.