High Voltage/Act sad
From Create Your Own Story
"How could you?" I said with a sniffle. I blinked my eyes a few times and attempted to feel hurt. I wanted to make him feel like he hurt me, and potentially win an Academy Award in the process. The estrogen easily allowed me to cry, and I sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I'm sorry," he said, as he put an arm on my shoulder. I could see the jealousy dripping of the girl in the corner.
"Fuck you," I said, staring directly at the girl. "You ruined everything!" I turned back to Shawn. "I just missed you and I really wanted to," I paused and leaned into his ear and whispered, "Fuck you, you bastard." It didn't matter what I had said, it had it's effect. The girl in the corner had gathered her things and fled the room.
Shawn looked defeated. He just lost two girls in a matter of minutes. I shed my sad facade. "Don't call me," I said as I left the room, shutting the door behind me. I walked down the hallway with confidence and left the building.
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