Page 80 of Bad Kind of Love

“Doesn’t look like nothing.” I press, focusing on her unruly appearance. Her hair was wild, like she’s been constantly running her fingers through the strands till it became a mess of tangles.

Whatever happened was serious. I’ve never seen her look so distressed and in such agony before.

Walking over to the sink, she grips each side of it. “Look.” She snaps. “I don’t need your sympathy, or anyone else’s for that matter.”

My brows instantly furrow as I stare at the back of her.

“I’m not giving you sympathy.” I argue. “There was a time when we’d tell each other everything, just be there for eachother.”

Her body seems to tense up, but I watch as her fingers dig into the side of the sink.

“Well, shit happens.” She snarls. “People change.”

Rolling my eyes, I glare holes into her.

“You changed Josie, not me.”

Whipping her head around swiftly, her red eyes catch mine.

“Don’t pretend like you haven’t changed. I’ve seen you with Wes.” She argues back.

And all this time I thought she forgot I even existed.

“I haven’t!” I shout. “I’ve just had to adapt after my best friend disappeared because of a boy.”

We’re both huffing in rage, when suddenly her eyes begin to fill with tears again.

“Well you should be happy to know that boy dumped me.” She cries out dropping her arms at her sides.

Nate broke up with her?

Her silent cries turn ragged as her body collapses onto the ground. Palms smack the tile and I follow beside her, grabbing her arms and hugging her until I felt her cries echo in my ear.

I let her weep in my embrace for what feels like forever. Her sobs turn into sniffles, and her heartbeat returns to a normal pace.

“He’s an asshole anyway.” I try to soothe as she begins to pull away.

“I should’ve listened to you.” She peered at me under her lashes. “I should never have trusted him.”

Her gaze drops into her lap as she fiddles with the rip in her jeans.

“We all make mistakes.” I shrug as my thoughts wander to Wes. As much as I wanted to confide in her, I knew I couldn’t.

I’d be risking too much by doing that.

“I thought things were good between Nate and I. He was different towards me. He opened up, told me every secret he had, and I finally thought I knew the real Nate. . Not the typical asshole that he shows to everyone else.” She frowns as tears slowly stream down her face and into her lap.

“But then like a light switch, he changed.”

It was difficult to see her in so much pain.

“How did he change?” I whisper wanting to reach out and grasp her hand for support.

“He started noticing other girls. Flirting with them like I wasn’t even there.” She sobbed. “It started out harmless, then suddenly, it was like he was doing it on purpose. Trying to get a rise out of me.”

She began to wipe her face but everytime she did, her makeup smeared even more.

“Did anything happen?” I ask peering into her red eyes that appear almost swollen shut from her intense crying. “With the girls I mean?”

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