Annalie POV
Scarlette has been calling me for the past two hours. I always cut the phone. Finally, I put it on Silent Mode.
I didnt go to school. I told mom that I didnt feel well. When she asked if she should call the doctor, I just said told her that a good sleep is the cure.
But right now, I'm far from a ''good night'' sleep. I am crying for the past three hours now.My face looks swollen, my eyes are a dark red colour and my lips are raw and weird.
For the first time in my 17 years of life, I dont want to see my reflection. Nope, not happening.
I have everything, I think , then why do I have a hollow feeling in my chest?
Allen. Thats the reason.
Ever since he told me that he has a girlfriend ( whose name sounds like nutella), my heart has been aching with every beat I it takes.
Which explains why I couldnt sleep last night.
I had gotten text messages from
Scarlette ( No surprise there)
Dave ( He's my other best friend. He's more like a very sweet brother)
Thomas ( I send him a ''fuck off'' as a reply)
Other cheerleading squad members
Allen ( i didnt even open his message).
Apart from Thomas, I have not send a reply to anyone. I dont feel like sending a reply.
My chest feels so heavy, it hurts. As new, hot , angry tears fall to my cheeks, I squeeze my eyes shut, and do that thing which calms me the most.
I was wearing a long skirt and an old blouse. I lock my room, remove my skirt , blouse and panty, and finger my pussy.
It becomes wet instantly, and a moan escapes my lips as I rub my clit faster. With my left hand, I unhook my bra and touches my nipples, which becomes tight and pink.
I rub faster and slowly put my index finger in. I cry out at the sensation. I run my other hand all over my body, and my breaths come in slow gasps now.
I can feel my orgasm ready to explode and after a couple more vigorous rubbing, I push hard.
I moan loudly, as waves of pleasure I cant explain, comes crashing into me. I lie there exhausted, taking big gulps of air, sleep finally coming to me.