I always considered his feelings, and that's the reason I held back from FUCKING Jennifer and back-stabbing him.I always considered his feelings, and that's the reason I held back from FUCKING Jennifer and back-stabbing him. I guess I'm only one of those FUCK 'friends' who means nothing to him...I had to hurt him, I had to teach him a lesson...I'll FUCK him up really bad, and he'll regret he ever FUCKED up with me... One wednesday afternoon, I came home early from school. I wasn't supposed to be home until later in the evening, but it has been a long day, and I decided to cut out of school early. I wasn't feeling so good. I haven't spoken to Joe normally for the past few days, and he didn't seem to notice my pains. I dragged my body up the stairs towards my apartment and sluggishly opened the door with my key. Opening the door I searched for the light switch, and in the midst of the shadows, I saw a figure move. I turned the lights on. It was Jennifer. |