Honestly, I never felt bad about hurting Blair's feelings before. I also never saw him look so upset because of something I alisema about him before.
But I did feel bad, and he did look upset.
I had muted the TV so I could think. I watched as sponge bob as heflipped his krabby patties and I sighed.
I bet he didn't have so much drama in his life. That lucky, lucky, sponge.
For some reason Tanner wasn't nyumbani yet. We both left to school at the same time, and we normally walk at the same pase. He was talking to Blair and I had gotten tired of him glaring at me so I walked ahead. But not that far.
Just as I thought that, the front door opened. Thinking it was Tanner I continued watching sponge bob with the volume off. I felt someone sit inayofuata to me. I turned my head to who I thought was Tanner. But instead I saw my best friend.
"Is there a reason why the volume is down?" He asked refusing to look away from the TV.
I scooted to the other side of the couch. "Is there a reason why your here?"
Blair still didn't look at me. "Tanner has to go help Franky's sister with something and he told me to wait here."
"Go wait in his room."
Still not looking at me he said, "Why don't wewe go wait in yours?" His tone wasn't teasing au sarcastic like normal, but hurtful.
"What's your problem?" I asked as I stood up. I shook my head and started walking up the stairs.
"I didn't mean it!" Blair called after me. He must have thought I was stupid if he really thought I would come back. "Kristin?"
I turned around at the juu of the stairs. He started running up, still not looking at me. Silently I walked to my room. As I was about to close my door Blair's face appeared.
"Kristin." Somehow he was slightly out of breath. There weren't that many stairs.
I tried to close my door but his worn out black and white high tops caught the door. I looked from them to his face. "What?"
He closed his eyes and sighed. "Can I talk to you?"
"No." I alisema trying to close the door again. His foot was still in the way.
"Please?" He pouted.
I alisema it before and I'll say it again, I don't like him so I don't care if he pouts. I turned around and sat on my computer chair. I opened my laptop and hit the on button. My chair was forcefully spun around and Blair trapped me there with his arms holding the sides of the chair.
"Talk to me." He demanded.
"Hi. Hey. Hello." I said. I blinked at him twice. "Goodbye."
"Kristin." He alisema firmly.
I rolled my eyes. "Talk about what Blair?"
His face dropped. "You hate me."
"Is that a swali au a statement?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Dunno."
"Well which ever it is, it's true." I said. He didn't respond. "Are we done talking?"
He let his arms drop and he stood up straight. I noticed he was wearing a black v-neck. I hate v-necks on guys but it didn't look to bad on him. Not that he looked good au anything. Oh who am I trying to kid. He looked fine.
He shook his head. "Why?"
"Why what?" For some reason I couldn't help but sound rude and sarcastic when I talked to him.
"Why do wewe hate me?" He asked. I hated when he was like this, which seemed to be a lot lately. When he actually pretended to care about me and how I felt.
"Didn't we go over this already?" I asked. He started at me blankly. "Two nights ago."
He shrugged. "I didn't think wewe hated me. I just thought wewe disliked me."
I looked down. "Okay." I sighed. "I dislike you. Happy?"
He shook his head. "Today at lunch wewe alisema wewe hated me. And wewe meant it."
I stood up and got in his face. "Don't tell me what I do and don't mean Mathews."
He hated when I called him Matthews. Which was, of course, why I did so. "Don't call me Mathews, Rivers." His voice went form slightly hurt to threatening in a matter of a sentence.
"What if I do?"
He pushed me against the wall. "I'll hurt you."
I raised my eyebrow in a challenging way. "Go ahead," he tightened his grip on my arms and pressed me harder against the wall. "Mathews."
His face softened and he let me go and took a step back. I stayed against the wall. "Just tell me why wewe hate me."
"I answered this already Blair." I told him.
"Well that wasn't good enough." He practically yelled.
I shook my head. "Get out."
He narrowed his eyes. "Why?"
I walked around him. "If wewe won't get out then I will." I alisema as I walked down the stairs.
I was about to reach the front door when he grabbed me, spun me around, and pinned me against the ukuta in one mwepesi, teleka motion.
"Why are wewe avoiding the question?"
It took everything I had to refrain from slapping him. "Because I'm tired of this."
"What's 'this'?" He asked.
I shrugged. "Your games."
"This isn't a game Kristin." He told me. "It's a question. Just answer it."
I sighed. "I hate wewe because your you." I told him. It was the only way I could put my feelings into words.
He shook his head. "That makes no sense."
I shrugged. "I've hated wewe since the siku we met. And we never made up."
"Why don't we now?" He asked.
"Because it's to late. I don't want to. And it's pointless."
"How is it pointless?"
I shrugged. "Because we only have about a mwaka until we never have to see each other again." He was silent. "Are we done here?"
He shook his head. I ignored it and walked away from him. I went to the jikoni and got a glass of water. Blair, of course, followed me in.
"I want to make up." He stated.
I raised an eyebrow from behind my cup. "Pardon?"
"What are you, retarded?" He walked closer to me and took my cup away to put it on the table. "I want to make up."
I rolled my eyes. "Are wewe going to ask me to be your lover again?" I laughed sarcastically.
He pushed me against the fridge. And I was trapped and forced to look at him for the fourth time in less then an hour. Deep in the back of my mind, and boy do I mean deep, I was concerned. This wasn't like Blair at all.
Then he smirked, and I felt a little better. "Do wewe want to be my lover?" Never mind.
"Okay. Who are wewe and what have wewe done with Blair?" I asked. I was starting to get extremely nervous.
He pressed his body against mine and licked his lips. I turned my head to the left. This was pretty much the same thing that happened Saturday night. Only this time I was scared.
"You better not try and kiss my cheek again Blair." I warned.
He smirked some zaidi and brought his face down to mine. "What if I do?" His tone was threatening, in a creepy seductive kind of way.
"I will hurt you." I yelled. He brought his face even closer to mine. Then the little shit kissed my cheek. "Ah! wewe little shit!"
I pushed him away and slapped him across the face as hard as I could. He stumbled backwards and caught his balance on the table. He brought his hand to his cheek and closed his eyes tightly.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry." I walked over to him. "Did I hurt you?"
He shrugged. "Only a little."
Then I realized who I was feeling sorry for and snapped out of it. "That's what wewe get for kissing my cheek."
He inhaled and opened his eyes. "I was kidding." He told me. "I wouldn't want wewe to be my lover."
I rolled my eyes. "Were wewe kidding about wanting to make up?"
"No." He was still holding his cheek. "But I did try to make wewe uncomfortable."
I narrowed my eyes. "Why?"
He smirked. "Because I hate wewe to."
I smiled. We stared at each other for a few seconds. I stepped towards him. "Let me see your cheek."
He widened his eyes. "No!"
"Let me see!' I commanded.
He didnt songesha his hand. I reached mbele and grabbed it. I broughtour handsto our sides and stepped closer to him. His cheek was bright red.
"How bad is it?" He asked.
"Not that bad." I lied. "Your just a big baby."
He laughed and laced his fingers through mine. "If I kissed wewe on the lips what would wewe do?"
I looked down at our hands then back up at him. "I don't think wewe want to find out."
He shook his head, still smiling. "I wouldn't want to kiss wewe anyway. Your gross."
I narrowed my eyes. "Real mature asshole."
He smiled bigger. "Stop making me smile."
"Why?"
"Because it hurts my cheek."
I laughed and brought my free hand up to his face. I brushed his cheek, which was slowly turning a normal color, and he winced. His grip on my hand tightened and I held back a laugh.
"Your such a baby." I told him.
"And your a very nice person." He alisema sarcastically.
I put my hand on his cheek just because I knew it would hurt. "I try."
"Um, am I interrupting something?"
But I did feel bad, and he did look upset.
I had muted the TV so I could think. I watched as sponge bob as heflipped his krabby patties and I sighed.
I bet he didn't have so much drama in his life. That lucky, lucky, sponge.
For some reason Tanner wasn't nyumbani yet. We both left to school at the same time, and we normally walk at the same pase. He was talking to Blair and I had gotten tired of him glaring at me so I walked ahead. But not that far.
Just as I thought that, the front door opened. Thinking it was Tanner I continued watching sponge bob with the volume off. I felt someone sit inayofuata to me. I turned my head to who I thought was Tanner. But instead I saw my best friend.
"Is there a reason why the volume is down?" He asked refusing to look away from the TV.
I scooted to the other side of the couch. "Is there a reason why your here?"
Blair still didn't look at me. "Tanner has to go help Franky's sister with something and he told me to wait here."
"Go wait in his room."
Still not looking at me he said, "Why don't wewe go wait in yours?" His tone wasn't teasing au sarcastic like normal, but hurtful.
"What's your problem?" I asked as I stood up. I shook my head and started walking up the stairs.
"I didn't mean it!" Blair called after me. He must have thought I was stupid if he really thought I would come back. "Kristin?"
I turned around at the juu of the stairs. He started running up, still not looking at me. Silently I walked to my room. As I was about to close my door Blair's face appeared.
"Kristin." Somehow he was slightly out of breath. There weren't that many stairs.
I tried to close my door but his worn out black and white high tops caught the door. I looked from them to his face. "What?"
He closed his eyes and sighed. "Can I talk to you?"
"No." I alisema trying to close the door again. His foot was still in the way.
"Please?" He pouted.
I alisema it before and I'll say it again, I don't like him so I don't care if he pouts. I turned around and sat on my computer chair. I opened my laptop and hit the on button. My chair was forcefully spun around and Blair trapped me there with his arms holding the sides of the chair.
"Talk to me." He demanded.
"Hi. Hey. Hello." I said. I blinked at him twice. "Goodbye."
"Kristin." He alisema firmly.
I rolled my eyes. "Talk about what Blair?"
His face dropped. "You hate me."
"Is that a swali au a statement?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Dunno."
"Well which ever it is, it's true." I said. He didn't respond. "Are we done talking?"
He let his arms drop and he stood up straight. I noticed he was wearing a black v-neck. I hate v-necks on guys but it didn't look to bad on him. Not that he looked good au anything. Oh who am I trying to kid. He looked fine.
He shook his head. "Why?"
"Why what?" For some reason I couldn't help but sound rude and sarcastic when I talked to him.
"Why do wewe hate me?" He asked. I hated when he was like this, which seemed to be a lot lately. When he actually pretended to care about me and how I felt.
"Didn't we go over this already?" I asked. He started at me blankly. "Two nights ago."
He shrugged. "I didn't think wewe hated me. I just thought wewe disliked me."
I looked down. "Okay." I sighed. "I dislike you. Happy?"
He shook his head. "Today at lunch wewe alisema wewe hated me. And wewe meant it."
I stood up and got in his face. "Don't tell me what I do and don't mean Mathews."
He hated when I called him Matthews. Which was, of course, why I did so. "Don't call me Mathews, Rivers." His voice went form slightly hurt to threatening in a matter of a sentence.
"What if I do?"
He pushed me against the wall. "I'll hurt you."
I raised my eyebrow in a challenging way. "Go ahead," he tightened his grip on my arms and pressed me harder against the wall. "Mathews."
His face softened and he let me go and took a step back. I stayed against the wall. "Just tell me why wewe hate me."
"I answered this already Blair." I told him.
"Well that wasn't good enough." He practically yelled.
I shook my head. "Get out."
He narrowed his eyes. "Why?"
I walked around him. "If wewe won't get out then I will." I alisema as I walked down the stairs.
I was about to reach the front door when he grabbed me, spun me around, and pinned me against the ukuta in one mwepesi, teleka motion.
"Why are wewe avoiding the question?"
It took everything I had to refrain from slapping him. "Because I'm tired of this."
"What's 'this'?" He asked.
I shrugged. "Your games."
"This isn't a game Kristin." He told me. "It's a question. Just answer it."
I sighed. "I hate wewe because your you." I told him. It was the only way I could put my feelings into words.
He shook his head. "That makes no sense."
I shrugged. "I've hated wewe since the siku we met. And we never made up."
"Why don't we now?" He asked.
"Because it's to late. I don't want to. And it's pointless."
"How is it pointless?"
I shrugged. "Because we only have about a mwaka until we never have to see each other again." He was silent. "Are we done here?"
He shook his head. I ignored it and walked away from him. I went to the jikoni and got a glass of water. Blair, of course, followed me in.
"I want to make up." He stated.
I raised an eyebrow from behind my cup. "Pardon?"
"What are you, retarded?" He walked closer to me and took my cup away to put it on the table. "I want to make up."
I rolled my eyes. "Are wewe going to ask me to be your lover again?" I laughed sarcastically.
He pushed me against the fridge. And I was trapped and forced to look at him for the fourth time in less then an hour. Deep in the back of my mind, and boy do I mean deep, I was concerned. This wasn't like Blair at all.
Then he smirked, and I felt a little better. "Do wewe want to be my lover?" Never mind.
"Okay. Who are wewe and what have wewe done with Blair?" I asked. I was starting to get extremely nervous.
He pressed his body against mine and licked his lips. I turned my head to the left. This was pretty much the same thing that happened Saturday night. Only this time I was scared.
"You better not try and kiss my cheek again Blair." I warned.
He smirked some zaidi and brought his face down to mine. "What if I do?" His tone was threatening, in a creepy seductive kind of way.
"I will hurt you." I yelled. He brought his face even closer to mine. Then the little shit kissed my cheek. "Ah! wewe little shit!"
I pushed him away and slapped him across the face as hard as I could. He stumbled backwards and caught his balance on the table. He brought his hand to his cheek and closed his eyes tightly.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry." I walked over to him. "Did I hurt you?"
He shrugged. "Only a little."
Then I realized who I was feeling sorry for and snapped out of it. "That's what wewe get for kissing my cheek."
He inhaled and opened his eyes. "I was kidding." He told me. "I wouldn't want wewe to be my lover."
I rolled my eyes. "Were wewe kidding about wanting to make up?"
"No." He was still holding his cheek. "But I did try to make wewe uncomfortable."
I narrowed my eyes. "Why?"
He smirked. "Because I hate wewe to."
I smiled. We stared at each other for a few seconds. I stepped towards him. "Let me see your cheek."
He widened his eyes. "No!"
"Let me see!' I commanded.
He didnt songesha his hand. I reached mbele and grabbed it. I broughtour handsto our sides and stepped closer to him. His cheek was bright red.
"How bad is it?" He asked.
"Not that bad." I lied. "Your just a big baby."
He laughed and laced his fingers through mine. "If I kissed wewe on the lips what would wewe do?"
I looked down at our hands then back up at him. "I don't think wewe want to find out."
He shook his head, still smiling. "I wouldn't want to kiss wewe anyway. Your gross."
I narrowed my eyes. "Real mature asshole."
He smiled bigger. "Stop making me smile."
"Why?"
"Because it hurts my cheek."
I laughed and brought my free hand up to his face. I brushed his cheek, which was slowly turning a normal color, and he winced. His grip on my hand tightened and I held back a laugh.
"Your such a baby." I told him.
"And your a very nice person." He alisema sarcastically.
I put my hand on his cheek just because I knew it would hurt. "I try."
"Um, am I interrupting something?"