|How to Go About Insulting Your Fiance:
Author: groundhog591 PM
An arranged marriage. Oh joy. I'm sure he can't wait unitl the wedding. He'll get all the joy and bliss. Or so he thanks. I have no intention of doing anything like that. Especially not with the likes of him. What does he take me for? An idiot? He reallyRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,257 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 12-30-09 - Published: 11-15-08 - id: 2596695
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I couldn't believe I had just said that to her. It was in the heat of the moment. Whenever I get angry, I know that I say things that I don't mean, and she knows it too. I hit the wall. Why does this have to be so hard?!
Unfortunately, I knew the answer. It was because I was still in love with her. And I would always be in love with her. I just had to show her that I really meant it.
Throughout the whole time since he has left my mind has been occupied with what he said. Did he really mean it? Or was it just said in the heat of the moment?
I sighed dejectedly. My friends were the only ones who seemed to care about me. Everything else couldn't care less what happened to me. But as of right now, my friends weren't exactly on speaking terms with me.
Was I really one of those girls who no one wanted to associate themselves with?
"Ugh!" I slammed my face down into the pillow as far as I could and screamed, letting out all of my frustrations.
"Are you done yet?"
A voice came from the doorway. Josh. In all his shirtless glory. I just glared, wanting him to know how much I hated him in this moment. Well, not hated. Just highly disliked.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough. Now will you please tell me why you were screaming into my pillow?"
"You. That's why. You are the reason."
He lifted in eyebrow in questioning.
"Was it because of my comment earlier, because I didn't mean it Cass. You know that I say things that I don't mean in the heat of anger."
"I know." My voice was weak. My façade was starting to crumble. I just wanted the Josh I knew back. Not the fake one that he had become.
"But you were right. My friends, at the moment, aren't speaking to me, my family hates me, and no one else even cares what happens to me."
To my disappointment, a tear ran down my cheek. Josh came over to sit on the side of the bed.
"Cass, don't cry. Everything will be alright. I mean, you have me, don't you? What more could you ever want?"
I looked up at his smirking face, not liking the fact that he was joking around at this.
"Go away. I don't ever want to see your face again!"
Josh looked dumbfounded. "Cass-"
"Just leave me alone!" I don't know exactly why I felt so hurt, but I did, so therefore I was acting out on it.
"Alright. But I'll be downstairs if you need anything."
I just buried my face in the pillow and screamed some more.