”So you mean that this whole thing is Megan’s fault?” I tried to stay calm as I was sobbing quietly, but inside I was boiling out of anger.
“I... plea… yes.” He was looking so sad and desperate.
“She kissed me Sarah.” He repeated as his eyes met mine.

“I can’t believe this,” I shook my head in disgust. “I don’t want anything to do with you.” I continued without thinking about it, as I quickly bit my lower lip when I realized what I’d just said.
Harry slightly opened his mouth as his big green eyes widened in shock.

“You didn’t mean that Sarah…” His voice was broken, hurt and unsure. “Please say you didn’t.”
I closed my eyes, wanting to disappear. As much as I hated what he had done, I changed my mind yet rapidly about what I’d said. I wanted to admit it to him, but I wanted him to realize that he underestimated me at the same time.
When I opened up my eyes once again, I saw him coming closer towards me.

“Don’t come any closer.” I warned him while my tears were burning even more behind my eyelids, and I didn’t think I could hold them in any longer. But he kept coming closer, which made me back away slightly.
“Sarah…”

I’d had enough.

“Stop it!” I yelled as I eventually turned around to run away from him, but I felt him grabbing hold of my wrist while pushing me closer towards him. My tears were desperately rolling down my cheeks out of frustration.
I tried to push him away, to fight him, but I was too weak.
Why must I always be the victim, while the opposite always is the strongest and most dominant one? Why does he always make me feel like I’m not good enough?

“I don’t have the strength to play this game anymore. Let me go!” I yelled while my tears spurted out of my eyes.

“Babe I…”

“I’m not your babe, let me go!” I fought him even harder, and this time I managed to get out of his grasp. I didn’t even give it a second thought as I begun running forward.

I didn’t know where I was heading, but I just kept on going while crying and sobbing down streets after streets, street lamps after street lamps, closed shops and open cafeterias, cars after cars passed me, and I wanted nothing more than to just get away from here.

Finally I stopped to catch my breath as I felt my knees aching as I quickly covered my mouth to suppress another sob, while my other arm had a convulsive grip around my stomach. I felt like falling to the ground as both my heart and my mind were an aching mess.

How could he do this to me? And how dared he blame it on her? Hate is just a kind expression for how I’m feeling about Megan right now, but I wouldn’t blame her for it. He basically made his own choice, he could’ve broken the kiss and… I don’t know… slap her face off? Or he could’ve simply not let it happen by pushing her away or something. Or he could’ve not gone to a damn cafeteria with her at the first place.

Somehow this whole situation is reminding me about Mark. The way he made me love him, despite all his flaws. But he always made me suspicious about everything he did, and the incident right before collage started that made me leave him…
I don’t want the same thing to happen with Harry, but the thing is that it has already happened.
He let it happen.
I wonder if they’ve kissed behind my back before, since I have no idea if he was going to keep that kiss as a secret or if he’d tell me. It almost felt like I didn’t even know him anymore.

I pushed my hand down my pocket to pick up my phone to call mom, but it wasn’t there… I remembered that I’d dropped it while seeing them… together. I remember Christopher picking it up afterwards… Christopher! Oh my God, I had totally forgotten about him as I immediately got a bad conscience about what I had done. Harry beat up Christopher, creating bruises on him and making him bleed. And it was my entire fault.

It doesn’t matter how hard I want to pull myself together, I just can’t. I wanted to cry at the sound of loneliness and to simply feel sorry for both myself and Christopher.