Kamaria
I walk into Brendon’s house and go straight for the freezer to get some ice for my face. I grab a dish towel and dump a bunch of ice in the center before twisting it up and placing it to my jaw. My entire body starts feeling warm so I go outside to the patio, hoping the nippy air will be some relief.
Once outside, I start pacing the floor as I replay all the bullshit that just happened. I hate that I let that Amelia woman get to me. I hate that I stooped so low to fight over a guy. I hate that hearing about her sleeping with Brendon made my blood boil. I hate hearing the distaste in everyone’s voice when they called me rogue trash. I hate how I got my hopes up, even a little bit, to be with Brendon. And I hate the feelings of disappointment that return as reality sets back in. T
