Love Hurts

By: Ashlyn Marie

Kale’s POV

I remember the first time I saw him, it’s like yesterday, I was waiting for the pizza, the one I was getting for the party. His eyes were a deep shade of green, and he had shaggy brown hair. He was wearing a blue Abercrombie polo, with low-rise jeans and flip-flops. I cant say that I didn’t try shaking my butt, or dropping a napkin or two, to get him to look at me, because I did, and surprisingly, it worked.

I cant believe I’m sitting in the bathroom, waiting like this, for something like this. I was thinking about the chances, what if I was? My parents weren’t religious, and were pro-abortionists, that would always be the first choice, for me anyway. But Brad, he would freak out, if I even considered it, his dad was a preacher, you can see the chaos between our families. But then if I wasn’t, I sort of think I might be disappointed, please don’t think I’m an idiot for this, but I want something of Brad’s forever, I hate myself for thinking about it like a material thing, I’m completely aware of it being wrong, but I cant let him go, and having a baby, would somehow keep us together.

I hit my knees, and thought about the possibility. It’s all on the two of us, she wanted to, and so did I, so we did. I originally wanted to wait, but when you get that feeling, you don’t think about it, the sad thing is, lately, I’ve been realizing I don’t love Kale, at least not like I used to. I used to want to be with her all the time, constantly please her, and I’d do anything she asked me, but I don’t feel that anymore. And, No, there’s no other woman, I just don’t feel it anymore.

I can remember the first time I saw Kale. She had long wavy blonde hair, and wore a mini-skirt, with a white tank top and flip-flops. She was beautiful, and so many other things, I wished I could explain.

She stepped out of the bathroom, and looked at me,

“What did it say?” I asked taking a step toward her, gently placing my hand on her shoulder.