+ thirty seven

my heart dropped at his words. my eyes immediately pooled up with tears and my lips began to quiver.

he took a step towards me, his hand reaching for me.

but i swatted his hand away. "don't fucking touch me. you said what you wanted to say, and its already out there. well, fuck you yoongi. i never wanted you in my life. you were the one who was a fucking little shit and tried to get my attention from the start."

"lilly, i didn't mean to--" he started to say, but i cut him off.

"if you didn't mean it, then why did you say it? you're tired of taking care of me?" i accused bitterly. "like i'm a fucking baby? that's not how you felt when you were fuck-"

i didn't get to finish my sentence when my bedroom door swung open.

-

so i skipped both my guitar classes today to develop my pictures for photography class because they are due tomorrow. hopefully all goes well.

i was like a ninja today, trying to avoid my guitar professor.

even though he's major eye candy.

papasito.

-clary