Your Love Cuts The Strings
Chapter 13
Well, Reagan came over and we talked about him. I went to school the next day. A pair of cold hands wrapped around my waist and cold lips pressed against my throat. "Hello." His velvet voice.
"Hi. Um, the buses are about to be leaving and I just wanted to give you my phone number," I said.
"Sure and look me up on Myspace," he said. So we gave each other our phone numbers. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow," he said. He gave me another kiss.
I walked to my bus and a warm, rough hand caught mine. "What was that I just saw?" It was my ex-boyfriend.
"That was me kissing another boy."
"I don't want you to be with him," he said.
"Do you remember last month, when you broke up with me? So you can't tell me who to date and not to date." He was about to say something. "FUCK OFF, PATRICK!" And I went to my seat.
"Hi. Um, the buses are about to be leaving and I just wanted to give you my phone number," I said.
"Sure and look me up on Myspace," he said. So we gave each other our phone numbers. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow," he said. He gave me another kiss.
I walked to my bus and a warm, rough hand caught mine. "What was that I just saw?" It was my ex-boyfriend.
"That was me kissing another boy."
"I don't want you to be with him," he said.
"Do you remember last month, when you broke up with me? So you can't tell me who to date and not to date." He was about to say something. "FUCK OFF, PATRICK!" And I went to my seat.