Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
It was as if my life loved to take random drastic ass dramatic turns. I hated the way that each week of my life would always be much different from my last.
Not one text, call, or glance from Kai or any of my friends in the past 3 days. I've been trying not to spiral over it but I don't think I have it in me anymore.
I wanna blame that disaster of a dinner that I just had prior but I'm in complete denial. He wouldn't do that to me, and why would my friends also keep their distance?
After the dinner, they had all decided to apologize to me most likely because of me mentioning Dad and his approval for Kai. Obviously I didn't accept that bullshit.
My main focus is Kai, it's been days without his voice, smile, and touch. I'm starting to realize how much I've been truly liking him and it's scaring me.
So I decided that today I would finally confront them all.
I was tired of waiting for answers and letting everything blow up in my fucking face.
So so tired
I rush out the front door after getting ready and looking my very best.
I am not letting any of this shit get the best of me and that means certainly not looking like a depressed lunatic.
€•••€
I wanna say so much but the words won't come out.
It was as if they had been waiting for me by my locker ready to deliver a message.
Why the fuck was my life so damn cryptic
As I'm staring at them their eyes say so much. So much to the point where I don't think I can explain or assume shit.
They stare at me with solid eyes ones that almost try too hard to seem normal.
"Spit it out, you guys out of all people know I'm not with the bullshit", I say trying to seem like I'm not bothered by it all.
Kai looks at me with the most malice, OK now this hurts.
"We saw evidence", he starts off still looking into my eyes his emerald green now a haunting murky one.
No way.
Instantly I know they're talking about the incident with Isabella.
"Bull fucking shit", I say somewhat anxious even though I know deep down I never did anything.
The feeling of being accused of something will always make my heart skip more than one beat
I don't believe it not for once, yet it's still all so confusing and painful.
The rest of them stay silent their eyes focused and untrained in the empty corridor wall behind me.
The more they speak the more my mind starts to doubt.
