Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

Oh, shut up.
I walk away without saying goodbye and leave school with most of the
other students, Liv probably staying late for rehearsal again.
She didn’t even look at me. She hasn’t looked at me in days, as if she
wasn’t begging me not to leave her bed last weekend. Gone. Done. Over.
She’s surviving.
And from the looks of it, surviving well. For someone who had a chip on
her shoulder about the new girl, she’s making her a bestie awfully fast. She
has people now.
And all I want is her. What the hell happened?
I drift to my car and drive home, my head wracking with pain from
holding back tears all day. But I finally let them go.
I haven’t eaten in two days. I can’t stop thinking about her. If she called
right now, I would rush to her wherever she was for just a chance at one more
night.
God, I miss her. Why can’t she be more patient? Why can’t she give me
that? Why does anyone need to know? How was she so willing to give me up
over me just wanting her to myself for a while longer? Was it too much to
ask not to be rushed?
Just be understanding. Just love me. I loved her so good. It should’ve
been enough.
Forgetting my bag in my car, I trudge through my front door, not noticing
anyone or any sound as I traipse up the stairs with a weight almost too heavy
to carry on my shoulders. I enter my room, close the door, and head over to
the bed. I collapse and roll, pulling the comforter over me as I bury my head
inside.
I’ll get over it. First loves never last anyway. I knew it would hurt when it
eventually happened.
It won’t always feel like this.
But the idea of Liv getting over me makes the tears stream harder and
faster. I hate this feeling in my stomach. I hate the thoughts whirling in my
head like a tornado of someone else making love to her and dancing for her
and waking up to her.
I hate it so much my mind starts to tilt, and I’m angry. Even though I
broke up with her, and this is all my fault, I’m angry with her so much that I
want to fucking make sure no one compares to me. That she’s miserable
forever, unable to forget me. No one else will be able to make her happy. No