All I Want For Christmas Is You

I didn't know I continued to let the tears flow, but they kept coming.

I continued to stare at the TV. Staring at Miss Perfection AKA Cara Delevingne. She looked so perfect and I felt jealousy rise. But I shouldn't care. Why was I even watching this? Oh yeah because Val was watching. I turned to Val and she was staring at the screen just like me, with a similar expression of broken heartedness. She didn't look at me. I guess to save herself from seeing this brokenness.

Cara was so pretty, but I knew I couldn't be jealous. I couldn't even compare with her. She was absolutely perfect. In fact, she looked better with Harry than I ever did. But the bubbling jealously in my soul continued to rise higher and higher inside of me.

I picked up the remote and turned off the TV. "I can't do it," I said before I got up and threw the remote back on the couch. Katie was standing behind me without me realizing it and she followed me upstairs and back into my room.

I tried to slam the door in front of her, but she caught the wood before it slammed. "Cat, can we talk?" she asked sweetly. I shook my head, but she came in anyway.

She plopped herself down on my bedsheets, and she straightened out the ruffled comforter edges. She gazed up at me, but I refused to look back. "Cat seriously," she begged, patting her hand on an empty spot next to her. I sighed and sat down where she patted. She was being sweet, I shouldn't be rude.

"Tell me everything," she said, sounding starstruck again. I rolled my eyes and pulled my knees to my chest, setting my chin on top of my knee caps. "Please Cat!" she continued, tugging my sleeve. "Fine whatever," I said, and I turned towards her.

"Well, I met Harry and we liked each other and then I left, and he moved on." I remarked and stood up. "You didn't though," Katie said gazing at me. I didn't turn again. "What do you mean?" I asked, still not turning. "You didn't move on," she continued, and I heard her footsteps come closer. I shook my head. "Yes I did. I'm sooo over him," I said, holding back the tears. I knew I was lying, but I couldn't give into him. I couldn't do anything now. "No you aren't. You're crying," Katie informed me, and the tears kept going on.

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