Elena's POV
"Yeah sure Diego and I'll get the drinks." I say and the rest all give us approving nods.
"Starbucks it is." Diego laughs and we make our way into the queue. His phone rings and he gives me a small smile, "I'm sorry I have to take this."
I nod understandingly but I'm way too curious. I notice he slipped into a less crowded hallway so I follow suit.
"Hey, no we're still waiting for departures. Oh yeah? Well I'm sorry I know we were supposed to hang out this weekend." Diego sighs into the phone and my mind instantly associates it with the person he was texting in the taxi. "Alright I promise I'll be there first thing when I come back. Yeah we'll have lotsa fun." He chuckles. "I love and miss you, you know that. Adios, take care."
My eyes are a little watery.
'Lots of fun.'
'I love and miss you.'
'Take care.'
He's got someone and he has been playing with my feelings for so long. It's what I get, I allowed myslef to fall. Running back into the queue I quickly wipe some tears onto my t-shirt.
"Hey I'm sorry it was rather important." He says and smiles brightly whilst I nod glumly. Must've been important.
"Diego place the orders I don't remember a thing." I say and go sit down on one of the chairs.
As soon as he finishes blabbering our long order to the cashier he pulls a chair and sits next to me, "You don't look too good, what's wrong princessa?"
How many others do you call princessa!
"Nothing's wrong." I say in a shakey voice. I'm glad I eavesdropped well more like 'observed my surroundings' as I like to call it. He has somebody and he has been awfully close and flirty with me all this time. Fuckboy Elena you picked yourself a fuckboy, both you and the girl!
"Who did this?" He asks with a stern and angry tone.
"None of your concern." I spit it's not like he cared anyway.
Turning around to leave he grabs my wrists, "Tell me who did this Elena, I care about you."
I look at his angry, stormy hazel eyes. Something inside me breaks, like glass shattering into a million pieces. If he cared about me he wouldn't be with someone else. And if he cared about the other girl he wouldn't be treating me the way he is, we spent so many nights together. We looked at each other a little too long to just be friends. I picked a total manwhore and I let him care and I let him inside. Well you're broken again, is that wanted for yourself?
"No." I shake my head and gulp as I break free from his hold. I liked him and all this time he was with someone else, I was never his priority. More like his option, a second choice, a plan B.
Me: Meet me in the restrooms close to our gate. He's such an idiot and I'm an even bigger one for believing all his lies.
Mia: Oh hell naw I'll be there asap, don't worry girl I'll throw the punch if you don't want to.
This is why, ladies and gentlemen, you need yourselves a friend like Mia. Your best daydream and worst nightmare.
"Hey." I smile at her sadly and she wraps her arms around me.
"What did the fucker do!" She whispers a little too loudly and some old lady smacks her with her purse. "Oh you shouldn't have done that sista I'm not all too sane. You'll be getting the punch instead of him." Mia snaps at the woman.
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The Bad Boy's Journal
Teen Fiction"Have we met before?" Those were the words that seemed to echo through the very depths of our souls. Elena Smith is your typical high-school girl. No, she does not like the spotlight. In fact, she prefers to take the quieter route with much less dra...
