His Little Secret
Standing there, looking at those striking blue eyes of his while he holds your hands makes you feel happy. And he did say he was sorry. You want to say yes, you want to tell him you will meet him but you stay strong and deny his request. "No. You say you're sorry, but how many times have you told me you're sorry? I'm starting to think you don't mean it when you tell me you're sorry. How can you be when you keep on hurting me?" You yank your hands free from his grasp and turn away, quickly walking off as you feel tears start to prick at your eyes. You will yourself not to cry, and you don't turn back even though he calls after you. You're glad it's the end of the day and you can go home.Later on you get a text from Brody, telling you he will call you no later than eleven pm.
It's almost eleven. You're sitting up in your room, listening to music. Brody has not called yet. But there's still time. Five minutes to be precise. Not that you've been watching the clock. You've been watching the time pass by on your cell. Your life should not revolve around Brody. Although sometimes you get the feeling that it does. You love him, but you're not sure if he loves you too. Even if he really likes you or if he's just using you.
It's almost eleven. You're sitting up in your room, listening to music. Brody has not called yet. But there's still time. Five minutes to be precise. Not that you've been watching the clock. You've been watching the time pass by on your cell. Your life should not revolve around Brody. Although sometimes you get the feeling that it does. You love him, but you're not sure if he loves you too. Even if he really likes you or if he's just using you.