Woah.
As Kalani's tears soaked my t-shirt, I thought about what she just told me. She explained every detail,even ones I didn't exactly want to know. And I listened, I listened because I love her. Yeah, she'll never love me, and yeah, it hurts, but I'll listen to her. Anytime she wants me to.
"Josh?" I hear a small voice squeak, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look down at her. "Wait Josh!" She pushes away from me, running a hand through her hair. Gosh, she's beautiful. I hear the sound of shoes, clicking away.
Wait, no, she's leaving.
I know this isn't the first time she's left me, but I've never gotten used to it.
Every time she walks away, I hurts, like a stab square in the heart. A tear trickles down my cheek. Right before she walks out the door, she turns around and flips me off.
Well then. Not exactly what I was expecting.
I wipe the tear off my cheek, telling myself that I'm a 17 year old man, and I never cry. I am not fragile china, I'm a grown man. Telling myself this makes me want to cry. So I do.
I sob uncontrollably, right there in the middle of Starbucks. I'm probably attracting a lot of attention, but I don't care. Through my blurry tears, I see someone walking towards me. Kalani. Gosh this girl had major mood swings.
She sits down, and hugs me. "I'm sorry," she whispers.
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Fanfictionkalani hilliker is a home wrecker. she has always won her little game. will someone have the nerve to break that chain? find out in “played,” a kalani hilliker story.
