I stood in silence as Bash snapped away. Everything was still too weird and sudden for me. Why was Bash so interested with me when I had done so many things for him enough to feel the complete opposite of love?
His attitude had gone up and down since I first met him back when I threw up on his truck. Although I do have to admit it was partly my fault he ended up as such.
Of course, there were times I played nice too, sometimes even flirty. But at the end of the day I had always thought he understood I was just messing around.
What exactly did I do that made him like this right now?
I don't think stories from Becky were enough to make him like me. Never did I believe in things such as a love that was only on the surface level.
Love for me needed something deep, something that holds its ground despite the external influences.
I quite can't seem to grasp his reasons. They seem too random and absurd that something tells me it feels forced.
