Pocketful of Shame by Chloe Walsh

Author:Chloe Walsh [Walsh, Chloe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Chloe Walsh

Chapter Fourteen

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My life, post-Romi, was dark, dreary, depressing, and I was done. Completely fucking done. I didn’t want to be here anymore. Not in the shithole town I hailed from or the frigid family I belonged to. Dragging myself out of bed this morning took more effort than usual. I wanted to stay right under my covers and wallow. I wanted to never have to face her again. Since I couldn’t do either, I showed up to school and went through the motions. Football was my saving grace since our breakup and I threw myself into the grueling schedule, not daring to come up for air for fear I would choke on my bitterness.

I hoped Cal Dillon was happy with himself. No, scratch that, I hoped he burned in hell for taking way the one good thing I had going for me…for making me break his daughter.

With Eminem's Love The Way You Lie blasting from my headphones, I pushed through the crowded school hallway towards the gym, entirely uninterested in what had everyone's feathers in a twist. I didn’t give a damn about school politics, if I was being honest. I only cared about two people in this entire school and those two people were…kissing?

Struck fucking dumb, I froze in the middle of the hallway, unable to move a muscle, while the mother of all horror scenes unfolded before my eyes.

Romi, my fucking Romi, tucked into my brother's side while he slung an arm over her shoulders.

The taste of vomit soured my mouth.

Breathe.

Just keep breathing…

Clenching my eyes shut, I prayed the weed still in my system from last night was playing havoc with my eyes, but no, when I opened my eyes, they were still there.

All smiles.

All touchy-feely.

All loved-up.

Blinking rapidly, I looked on in a sick state of masochistic destruction as my brother, the one fucking decent family member I had, leaned in and pressed a kiss to my girl's lips.

Pain, more pain than I'd ever experienced, ricocheted through my body, causing my legs to shake and my body to buckle.

Two months. We'd been broken up two damn months and she had moved on – to my brother, no less. Needing to move before I passed out on the floor, I barged past them, ignoring the glimmer of guilt in my brother's eyes when our eyes met across the crowded hallway. His eyes told me he was sorry. Mine told him to go fuck himself.

Fuck him.

Fuck her.

Fuck the whole damn world...

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