Pathetic

Amia

Levi and Liz turned from us and I watched as they walked back towards their booth in the back of the cafe. I let out a sigh and cracked my neck as I massaged my temple. I could feel Calum’s eyes on me, but I didn’t want to have to deal with him right now. I didn’t want to have to deal with any of this. My heart told me that I needed to run out after Dylan, even though my mind told me that I needed to wise up and pull myself together. I couldn’t help the inner turmoil inside of me, the need to beg him to forgive me, the hope he’ll wait for me outside. I wanted to cry.

It’s pathetic.

I’m pathetic.

“I don’t like Dylan,” Calum said.

“Surprise surprise,” I said sarcastically.

“Is this a joke to you? Do you not see a problem with the way he treated you? Goddess, just the way he talked to you made me want to rip his spine out through his mouth,” Calum said.

“I didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t know why you’re yelling at me,” I said.

“I’m not yelling. I… I’m sorry. I’ll drop the D