naomi [✔️]

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week 9, day 1 | at lunch

"violet! where the fuck is kieran?"

"um, he's got a free period after lunch, so he went straight to the studio-"

"..."

"wait!"

"can't talk, bye."

"this is not ending well..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"kieran."

"..."

"kieran!"

"..."

"kieran!"

"..."

"okay, what the fuck?"

"..."

"..."

"why did you pause my music, naomi?"

"you're totally ignoring me."

"..."

"is it because of the guilt?"

"guilt?"

"yeah, you know...for sleeping with tatia."

"..."

"what the hell, kieran? what...? you didn't think i'd find out?"

"..."

"why the fuck are you chuckling as if this is funny?"

"right. i'm the bad guy. you're just innocent naomi who didn't do anything."

"i didn't do anything...?"

"oh. you didn't? well, then it's okay, then. i mean, i'd totally believe you if it weren't for all the freaking pictures on facebook."

"what, the ones pierre posted?"

"and who the hell is pierre? is he the guy you slept with?"

"wait, what the hell are you talking about? pierre is my cousin."

"you slept with your cousin?"

"what the fuck, kieran? no!"

"well, did you kiss him?"

"ew, no! where do you have that from?"

"..."

"..."

"i think this picture pretty much explains it."

"..."

"and if it doesn't, let me explain it for you. that- that is you. and that, that is some guy with a lip-ring. and you two are kissing."

"kieran..."

"what? you think you can come here and be mad at me when you cheated first?"

"i didn't cheat on you! we were playing truth or dare, and larry dared me to kiss him. it didn't mean anything."

"larry's the blackhaired guy?"

"yeah. kieran, that didn't mean anything. what, you just decided that because you saw some picture of my lips barely touching another person's, it was okay for you to sleep with tatia?"

"well, you slept with him too!"

"okay, what the actual fuck? that didn't even happen, so i don't know where the fuck you have that from."

"maybe this picture?"

"what's wrong with that picture?"

"you, clearly not a sober you, are being carried by that dude, larry, who looks way too comfortable with his hands on you."

"oh, so you just expected that we fucked? that's the stupidest thing ever, kieran."

"so you didn't sleep with him, huh?"

"no! he was showing me where i could sleep."

"hah, right."

"..."

"..."

"you don't even know the whole story."

"you going to cry?'

"fuck you, kieran. fuck you."

"..."

"that guy drugged me and...when he tried to inappropriately touch me, i kicked him and left."

"..."

"..."

"he drugged you?"

"what's wrong, kieran? feeling guilty now?"

"naomi, y-"

"you even knew i didn't like her, and you still slept with her!"

"i...i..."

"and you know how hard it was for me to trust you. you know how fucking scared i was that you were going to hurt me!"

"i know, and..."

"i can't believe i let you fucking hurt me like this."

"..."

"i'm so stupid for ever believing that you were different. 'cause really, kieran...you're just like everybody else."

"i don't know what to say, naomi. i mean, i-i didn't know."

"what was that? an excuse? you try to come up with an excuse before even once saying sorry?"

"w-"

"congratulations. applause for you, kieran. you did it!"

"i did what?"

"you broke my heart."

"..."

"and i'm never trusting you again."
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a/n: sorry if this was crappy..