Callie’s P.O.V
“Callie?” I heard behind me.
I knew who it was. I refused to turn around and look at him. I don’t ever want him seeing me cry again, not because of him, well partly him. I never said a word or made a single move.
“Callie?” he said again
“f**k off Blake.” I hissed
I heard footsteps, hoping that was him walking away but my hopes were shot down when he appeared in front of me. He was standing looking at me, hands stuffed in his jeans pocket.
“Can we talk?” he asked
“No, we cannot f*****g talk.” I hissed, glaring at him
He stepped in closer to me, standing in front of me, seeming annoyed. What has he got to be annoyed about? Yes he poured his heart out to me more or less but he never gave me a chance to respond, instead, he went and f****d some girl.
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