"Uhh...Stop touching me. And why are you in my house?" I asked William.
"Yea so for one, you should go to sleep again. Then wake up on the right side of the bed. And second, I hadn't seen or heard from you since the game and I thought that you'd be happy to see me, but I guess not." He explained.
"It was just a very unexpected visit. Bit wassup?" I asked as I pulled off the covers and made my way to the mirror.
"Ugh. Look at my face." I said to myself.
I went into the bathroom to grab my foundation. As I walked out of the bathroom, I saw William's eyes. They were glued to me.
"Why you do that?" He asked.
"Do what?" I asked, confused.
"Wear so much make-up. You're blowing your cover when you cover up in that nonsense. You're beautiful beyond measure..." He told me.
In an instant, I blew up. "You know what you can go! I don't need nobody telling me how to live my life. You got it? I'll wear whatever makes me happy!"
"That's your problem. You let your make-up and clothes, and shoes define you. Nobody knows you but me. Tell me, how many times has anybody called you beautiful?" he asked.
"We'll boys tell me that everyday!" I fired back.
"No! How many boys ever meant what they said!?" he screamed.
I looked down at my fingers.
"Only one." I said to him.
"Who?" He asked.
And for the first time, I looked up at him.
"You." I mummbled.
William sighed.
"Look I gotta...." He said, but I cut him off.
I walked to the door and opened it. I think it's time for you to leave William.
"Under one condition." He said.
And in an instant he ran into my bathroom grabbing every piece of foundation I had, and dumped it into the toilet.
I began beating on his back as he walked out my room.
"I hate you!" I screamed at him.
He turned around one last time and he looked at me.
"What if was in love with you? Would you still hate me?" He yelled.
I didn't say anything back. I watched as he got into his car. As he pulled out of the driveway, a car ran into the back of him, causing his car to flip over.....
TO BE CONTINUED.........
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