Love.
As 'beautiful' as love can be it hurts and bleeds. If you're unlucky you may even love the very person you know you can't have.
The best friend,
The distant boyfriend,
The sisters friend,
The brothers friend,
The ex best friend,
Love isn't alw...
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Feeling Damon pull away from me he moves far back. Not looking at me he has his eyes fixated on something behind me. It seems to he stressing him out since he's biting the inside of his cheek. Turning around my smile drops when I see Katie standing there emotionless.
Well emotionless is a stretch. She seems to have been crying since her eyes are red. Her hair is forcibly pulled back into a bun and it looks like it hasn't been combed in a couple days.
'Katie,' I say softly as I move around the kitchen counter. Flinching at the sound of her name she furrows her eyebrows before turning to the stairs.
Making her way towards them I follow her but she doesn't say anything. I can't help but feel fucking terrible. Reaching out for her so she can slow down she doesn't listen. 'Katie wait-,'
'Wait for what? You're obviously busy.' She pulls her hand away from me as if I'm a clinical disease. 'Can you leave? Like go home or something.'
'Let's talk. Just for five or six minutes.' I'm practically begging at this point. I seriously can't lose her. Not like this. 'Just five-,'
'Fuck your fucking five minutes Brylan!' She snaps as we reach the top of the staircase. Not giving up I don't even know what we would even talk about. 'Literally. Fuck. Your five or six minutes.'
Getting to her room she shoved it closed behind her but I just push it so it doesn't slam into me. 'Katie please I'm begging. Can you just-,'
'I've had the most stressful fucking weekend of my life Brylan.' She turns around. I can tell she has since she isn't doing so well physically. 'I just watched someone I thought liked me kiss a girl I don't even like! I may have been used for someone else's romantic benefit and my best fucking friend did the one thing that has fucking hurt me over and fucking over. Oh and my other best friend is suspended and for some reason they're too busy to even talk anymore- and I'm grounded for some shit I didn't even do! And don't even get me started on how I don't think I'm truly ready for my fucking exam makeup tomorrow and I only get one more shot!'
Feeling a lump grow in my throat it feels sticky. I can't get anything out without possibly crying and that thought makes me feel gross. It's not like anyone forced me to give into Damon's confession and I shouldn't have. I should've stood my ground and continued to say no but I didn't. Instead I didn't think and now I'm paying for my stupid decisions.
'I didn't...I didn't know.' I choke out the words.
'Yea of course you didn't. You where too busy swapping spit with my fucking brother to bother,' I notice her rub her upper arm. 'Brylan. Can you actually just go.'
