Wet Anger

"He's not who you think he is," Brendan said as Josh walked away to get punch. I knew he'd have a problem with me bringing Josh as a date.

"Why do you care?"

"Because you don't realize who he is. I know him, you don't."

"What happened to 'whatever makes you happy'. Huh, what happened to that?" I replied, getting frustrated.

"He won't make you happy."

"Okay, you had your chance but the minute you thought, 'Hey, well Hailee might like me while another girl, who I don't like as much, definently likes me.' You decided to ditch me," I felt tears well up in my eyes as I replayed what happened. Him liking me, dating my friend instead. "Forgeting" to text me. Then Josh. We danced at the Winter Formal. I fell in love with him and not Brendan. Now Brendan playing the, "You don't know him," card.

"You're just like everyone says. Blatantly liking boys hoping you find the right one," He said, scrunching up his face like I was old garbage. Tears started to pour.

"You have no right to tell me who I can and can't date, just because you had the chance and missed it. You, son of a-a-a jerk! How could you?" I said as I sobbed. This is what they talked about. Wet-anger. You want to give them all of your anger and pent up rage, but tears stop it. You can't believe they've betrayed you like this. Sadness, anger, frustration flood out all your other emotions. I couldn't do it anymore. "Don't text me," I yelled at him as I left the dance...