His Slut Of The Week || Wattys 2016

My Business

We all have a say in how things play out in our lives to a point. We can decide how much energy we will have throughout the day by what we eat for breakfast. We can decide how much money we will have to spend each week based on what bills you pay. We all have a choice to a point about how our lives work.

So here is a little lesson: if you want to stay friends with someone, DO NOT under any circumstances sleep with them or start to have feelings for them. I can guarantee you that it will not play out well.

Somehow, most likely from the movies, we have this idea that if we tell someone we have feelings for them, they will jump at the idea and spill all their feeling to you. I will also inform you, this does not happen. You will most likely tell them and they will become scared and stop talking to you and avoiding you at all costs.

Now, I am not saying this is going to happen every time, I am just speaking from personal experience of people doing this to me. Drake, Blake and Steven are all every good examples of this happening. I thought that if I told them how I felt, they would be there to comfort me and tell me it will all be okay because they have feelings for me too.

Sure, that happened with Blake but then he dumped me without one solid reason as to why. All he said is that one day I would understand but it's been quite a few days and I must say that I still don't understand.

Not only do they start ignoring you, they leave you hanging in the air. You don't know if you are going to fall or if they are going to come rescue you, all you can do is sit there and hope for the best. I've fallen every single time, and I hate to say it, you probably will too.

I ask myself a lot if love is actually a thing. Obviously it isn't a physical thing that you can hold in your hands but does anyone really know what it feels like to be in love with someone or something. People always get married, saying that they love each other, but later on life some of those end up getting divorced.

"Is being in love and loving two different things?" a random girl came up to me in the hall and asked me. I gave her a strange look and she quickly recovered with, "Don't worry. I'm not some kind of psychotic stalker. I work for the yearbook and we are filling our opinionated page. So, do you think being in love and loving are two different things?"

I couldn't really grasp the words that she was saying but I responded anyways with, "Yes. I suppose they could be."

"Do you think you've ever been in love?" she quickly fired back. I feel like she was standing behind a barricade shooting invisible bullets of questions at me.

Since I don't think it is appropriate to have that kind of information in a public year book.

I pushed her aside and walked towards the end of the hall before finding my way outside where there was a slight breeze. The sun was shining down brightly and the question kept running through my head. I don't know if I've ever been in love but at the same time, I don't even know what if feels like. I've loved family members, or my pets but I don't know if I know what it is like to actually be IN love with someone.

Hot tears were streaming down my face and the sobs came in waves. I chocked on the air that was trying to come into my lungs. My chest felt like it was constricting on itself and all I could do was hold onto it, for some reason thinking that it would help me breathe better.

A hand clutched onto my shoulder and I jumped back. I looked up to see a stranger that I have never seen before. He was tall with sandy brown hair that was cut short and fell to the side carelessly. He had emerald green eyes and his teeth are perfectly straight white teeth.

Now realizing that I am kneeling on the ground, I stood up straight but he still towered over me easily. His hand didn't move from my shoulder. My head started to spin and I placed both hands on his shoulders to keep my balance. He placed on hand on my hip to help keep me steady.