"Move," he says in a clipped voice. There is no trace of the man who gifted me a car earlier today but I maintain my stance and shake my head. "Elna, out of my way."
"Why don't you ever believe me?" I ask. "It was a mistake. I didn't know he would do that. Joshua kissed me." My knuckles caress his cheek. "You know when I am lying," I whisper. Palming his face so he can see the sincerity in my eyes, I continue, "Look at me, please. I know it sounds stupid but it’s the truth, I didn’t know his plans. He ki
The hand weaving through my scalp applies more pressure when I make to lift my head in her direction, tugging gently on my hair. A sigh slips past my lips, there is no point trying, Clarissa won't give back my phone. I shouldn't demand it since all I have gotten is a truckload of news with captions that send my already broken heart into overdrive. But I still want to see it. To read the gossip tabs about the women he dines with. It is the only way to keep track of him, to know he is fine, if we still have a future
I insert a chip covered in brown sauce into my mouth, barely tasting it. Stifling a groan at the heap of chips left in my plate, I scowl at Clarissa sitting across me with an empty plate in front of her. This place is not worth the hype, maybe it is but I am too tired to notice. Whatever the case, and like Clarissa said, from now on, we only roll in Gucci.Thinking about it now causes me to laugh, her straight face after she hollered at the sight of the black card and proceeded to list all the Gucci things we will g
Heat crawls up my cheeks at the wicked reminder of that unfortunate incident, sending me into a fit of coughs. Clarissa winks, faking gag sounds and I scowl. Embarrassment claws at my throat, I clamp a hand over my mouth and watch with tear-stained eyes as she retreats with the phone plugged to her ear, unable to give the perfect comeback.
None of us attempts to break off our staring bout, the anger, hurt, every emotion I feel is transferred into the glare directed at him. His lips press into a thin line, my nails dig into my jean and I grit my teeth to quell my rising anger. I want to inflict the same level of pain on him, whack him on the head like the unwanted mole he has become.
Ping. Ping. Ping. I wake up with a start, my eyelids flutter open and a groan slips past my lips as my gaze lands on the ceiling. The vibrations coming from under my pillow cease, I
Without another thought, I put my account on private. I don't want fame if it comes with this amount of hate from people who have not met me and might never. I was satisfied with my former followers, their good vibes, hype comments and positivity were enough.
"What did Josh want?" Clarissa asks, pulling me by the hand into the kitchen. She stops at the counter with a bunch of banana, a frown crawls to her lips. "What did he say?"I burst into humourless laughter, shaking my head as her small frame takes a seat on the counter, it took her eight days to ask. She pouts while squinting, I stick my tongue out and whip my long ponytail, causing her to do the same. A laugh escapes me as the tip of her hair brushes my face,
Laughter escapes my lips, she winks and I throw my head back. This girl. She licks her lips and cracks her knuckles in a supposed gangster style. I scoff. Between both of us, we can't hurt a fly, the most we can do is fight with our mouth but she is better at it."Alright, bitch, playtime is over," she says in a voice eerily similar to Riley Freeman, I shake my head. This is what happens when I let her binge watch Boondocks for the umpteenth time. "Let's get to