Truly, Madly, Deeply Falling

Heyyy! My name is Katrina, you can call me Kat. I'm 16 years old now. However, this story starts off in my second year of high school, thus I was 15. I can be described as...well, let me put it this way. If this was some kind of stereotypical teenage movie, I'd never really be the snobby popular girl. I'd pretty much be the nice girl who's friendly, nobody really hates (yet), and has a life I'd never give up for anything. I have a loving family, wonderful friends and all that I can ask for. But then in the second year of high school, my life took a rough turn on to crazyville. Crazy right? Ha. I hope you enjoy my story and trust me, when you think it just stopped getting weirder, it gets weirder. So don't stop reading ;)


5. Rejected

Katrina's POV:  I just remembered. I left Zayn hanging. I feel so bad. Oh god what must he think now. I ran back to him.  Katrina- OH GOD I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO LEAVE YOU YES I'LL HANG OUT WITH YOU AFTER SCHOOL I'M SO— Before I could finish my sorry-scream-fest, he kissed me. Yes. My crush from two years ago kissed me. And it wasn't even expected. I probably dreamed of this everyday as a pre-teen. But here I was, kissing my crush. It felt so right, but this was so wrong. I remembered how he indirectly rejected me two years ago. He told my best friend that he would be happy with me, but he liked someone else and wanted to be with her (even though she was far from interested in him). And he barely ever talked to me after that. But now back to what IS happening at this moment. I was kissing him. The more I thought the more I didn't want to let go. But I had to remember the past, no matter how I would love to stay like this forever. I pulled away. Zayn- hey what's wrong *sad & worried looking face* Katrina- *tear falls* Zayn- hey don't cry Zayn's POV: I held her face but she quickly pulled away. Well that hurt.  Katrina's POV: I felt like the walls were caving in. I don't want to get hurt. Again. He's just a guy. Just a jerk who rejected me. Just a stupid player. Anger filled me and pushed the sadness out. I wiped the tear that had escaped and I ran to another part of the room where it was crowded.  Zayn's POV: Did I do something wrong? I thought she liked me by the way she was worrying and saying sorry. The kiss felt so right but, her crying and running away was so wrong. I know she liked me before but... Did she ever get over me? Does her heart belong to another guy?
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