🥀💋 From klzz To Love💋🥀
( I Love You )
Written by Authoress Yesha 📒📒📒
“I have this strong urge to klzz you.” he said as his eyes flicked to my l!ps and then back to my eyes.
I felt my heartbeat increasing and my knees were starting to feel weak by his clos£ness. I w€t my l!ps, “Uh…no one is around. There is no need.” I said through the lump in my throat.
“I know, but I just want to.” he said as he crashes his l!ps to mine.
Emily Samuels was devastated when she found her boyfriend of a year cheating on her.
She was angry and hurt that she swore she would never forgive him.
Logan has apologised to her and said it was a mistake, but Emily did not want to hear it. She also turned him down when he begged for her back.
Logan’s plea for her has gotten consistent that Emily wanted him to stop, so she did something that she hadn’t expected to do…
She klzzed the school’s bad boy and heartthrob, Tyler King.
She only did that to let Logan see that she has moved on. Tyler, on the other hand, got an idea, so he strike a deal with Emily – To pretend that they were dating.
Spending a lot of time with the bad boy has allowed Emily to see the real Tyler.
Would their fake-dating be just that; fake? Or would it turn out to be real?
I ran down the stairs, as soon as I heard a car horn outside. As I got outside, I saw my boyfriend in his car waiting on me. I went up to the car and got in.
“Hi babe.” Logan ¢vmmings leaned over to the p@ss£nger side and klzzes me on my cheek.
“Hi.” I greeted as he started the engine and drove to school. We were at school in ten minutes and we both got out.
“I have to see my science teacher about an @ssignment, so I’ll see you at lunch, okay?” Logan said to me.
“Okay.” I said. He was always meeting teachers a lot lately. I also notice that he was avoiding me most of the times and cancelling our dates.
Logan and I have been dating for a year now, but recently, I’ve realized that he had become distant. Shaking my head of Logan’s weird behaviour, I went into the school’s building.
“Emily!” I heard my best friend, Victoria Hernandez shouted as I walked down the hall. I turned around and see her walking up to catch me.
Victoria was Hispanic and originally from Cuba. She has a great personality and would always include Spanish words into conversations.
It was a good thing that I have been around her a lot, so I got used to it and learnt a few Spanish words. “Hey chica.” She said when she reached me.
“Hey Tori.” I smiled and hugged her.
“My mom is inviting you for dinner tonight.” Victoria said in her thick Spanish accent as we walked down the hall together.
“Why? What’s the occasion?” I asked.
“There is no occasion. She is cooking her famous croquettes tonight and you know how she gets when she cooks her favourite Spanish meal.”
She said, as she rolled her eyes. “She wants to share it with everyone. She even invited mi abuela.”
I laughed, “Well your mother is a great cook. How can I say no?”
“Good. You don’t want to disappoint her.”
She said. I shook my head as I thought about Maria’s love for cooking. She is like my second mother and I tell you, she loves to spoil me.
Victoria and I talked about random things as we head to our homeroom. After roll call, we head to our AP Chemistry cl@ss, which we have together.
The day p@ssed by in a blur and now it was the end of the day. I left my last cl@ss and went to my locker to get the books that I would need. I looked up to see Victoria walking towards me.
“Are you ready?” She asked when she reached me.
“Yeah, let’s go.” I said, as I closed my locker. I suddenly slapped my hand across my face as I remembered something. “Oh, I almost forgot. I need to go up to the library to get some books.
Wait here, I’ll be right back.” I walked quickly from her and went in the direction of the library.
I reached the library and got the books that I needed and was now quickly running through the halls.
Because of my movement, one of the books which I was carrying fell from my hands. I stopped in my tracks to pick it up.
When I bend down to get the book. I heard hushed whispering and heavy breathing in the science lab that I was standing next to.
I was about to ignore the conversation, when I picked up on a familiar voice. After listening for a short while, I realized that it was Logan.
What was he doing here? I thought he told me that he had to leave immediately after school to run some errands for his mother?
I stepped closer to the door and peeked in.
What I saw in front of my eyes, had me in total shock. In the corner of the lab stood Logan with a girl wrapped in his arm and they were making out intensely.
Logan had his back to me and the girl had her eyes closed, so they didn’t see me.
Paralyzed with disbelief, I didn’t do anything, but stare at them. The girl had both her arms around his neck and he had a arm on her waist and the other on her thigh. The girl was familiar.
Her name was Trisha and she was a nice girl. At least I thought she was.
She would always call to me in p@ssing. I guess she had me fooled. After a while, I came back to my s£nses and anger took over me.
“So I see that this is your extracurricular activity.” I said, my voice dripping with hostility.
As soon as I spoke, both Logan and Trisha pulled away quickly. They both looked around at me with a startled and guilty expression. However, Logan was the first to speak.
“Emily, I can explain.” He said as he moved away from the girl and walked towards me.
“I’m sure you can, Logan. I’m sure you can explain to me why you and another girl was playing tongue hockey.” I said, crossing my arms. He went silent and he just looked at me.
“That’s right you can’t and to be honest, I really don’t care.” I added as I stepped away from the door, storming away.
I ran down the hall as quickly as possible before Logan could follow me.
Tears blurred my vision as I ran. I can’t believe he used me like that. I thought he cared about me, but I guess I was wrong.
The tears that I was trying to hold back finally came, but I didn’t stop. I continue to walk back to my locker, where Tori was still standing.
I collapse in tears in her arms as soon as I reached her.
TRYING TO HEAL
That night, I slept over at Victoria’s house. After crying in her arms at school, I had told her what I had saw.
She was just as surprised as I was, because she would always say that Logan and I would last and we were made for each other.
I didn’t even enjoy Maria’s dinner and I always love it. I guess I was too distracted and heartbroken to enjoy it. Victoria did everything she could to cheer me up.
We watched movies and ate ice-cream all night. It helped because for a while I forget everything, but there was always something that brought the memories back.
Logan called my phone a few times, but I ignored his call. When his calls became incessant and annoying, I shut my phone off.
I didn’t want to hear what he had to say. I didn’t want to hear his lies and excuses.
The following day, I was at my locker getting my books for cl@ss, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see who it was.
When I saw the person, I turn back around. My anger returning again.
“I know that you hate me, but please listen.” Trisha said, behind me.
I get the books I needed, close my locker and turn around again. “Why should I? Weren’t you and Logan making out enough?”
She held her head down and sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“Are you sorry because you were with my boyfriend or because you got caught?” I asked, bringing the books to my chest, crossing my arms.
“It’s not like that,” she began. “Look Emily, I have liked Logan for a long time now, so I couldn’t help myself when he approached me. It was like a dream come true.
Eventually, I came to my s£nses and I felt guilty about the whole thing, so I tried to end it, but I couldn’t. You have to believe me, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Wait. How long has this been going on?” I asked, even though I didn’t want to hear the answer.
She brush her black hair behind her ears, before looking down guiltily. “Three months.” She whispered.
My eyes widen. “You have been screwing with my boyfriend for three months!” I said in total disbelief. “I can’t believe this.” This was getting too much for me to handle.
“Emily, I’m really-” Trisha began, but I cut her off. I didn’t want to hear anymore. I felt sick at the thought.
“I have to get to cl@ss.” I said, turning away from her and walking to my cl@ss.
“I can’t believe he had been cheating on me for three months.” I said to Victoria at lunch. “He has been toying with me. He used and played me. I feel like such a fool.
“Don’t beat yourself up, Em. There is no way you could have known.” Tori said pushing her tray aside. We had finished eating and was just sitting down and talking.
“Yeah, but that’s the thing. I did see the signs. He had being acting distant lately, but I ignored it because I refused to believe he would do something like that.” I said, then sighed heavily.
Tori looked at me with sad eyes. “I’m sorry Emily.” She said, then all of a sudden getting angry. “¡Imbécil! I’m going to cut off his balls and stuff it in his mouth!”
I laugh at what she said, feeling much better. “When did you get so violent?”
“Since that sorry excuse for a person decided to hurt my best friend. He shouldn’t get away with it.” Tori expressed.
“True, but I’m fine.” I looked up at her and smile a little. “I will be fine. I’m just glad I found out when I did.”
“Yeah and screw him. He don’t know what he’s missing.” Tori replied, cheering me up.
“Yeah.” I said. Tori grinned at me, then stretch across the table and pull me in a tight hug. The bell sounded signalling the end of lunch and we both pull apart and giggled.
“Come on. Let’s get to cl@ss.” Tori said, getting up from her seat. I got up as well and we both put down our trays and left the cafeteria.
Tori and I didn’t have the same cl@ss, so we said goodbye to each other and I head to my History cl@ss. As soon as I reach the door, I remembered something.
Logan was in this cl@ss as well. How could I forget that? So much for avoiding him.
When I entered the cl@ss, I spot Logan at the middle of the room where he usually sits.
The seat beside him where I usually sit was empty. We always sit there beside each other in every History cl@ss.
He would always fool around with me when the teacher was not looking. Now I know that was all a lie.
I turn my eyes from his direction and sat at the front. I take out my book and silently pray that this cl@ss would be over and done with so I could get far away from him.
During cl@ss, I was busy doing my work, when I hear someone whisper my name.
Knowing who it was, I ignore it. Soon after, I felt a paper ball hit me on my shoulder.
I turn around abruptly, shooting a glare at Logan, who was two rows down.
“Emily, we have to talk.” He whispered.
“I’ve got nothing to say to you.” I shot back.
“Just please hear me out.” He persisted.
“Go to hell, Logan.” I whisper-yell before turning back around. Thankfully, the teacher’s back was turn and he didn’t hear us.
Logan call my name again, but I continue to ignore him. I didn’t want to hear what he have to say.
He has no excuse for treating me the way he did. He threw away what we had by cheating on me. He hurt me bad and I don’t think I’ll ever forgive him for that.