because thats just the rules of feminism,

oh no she didn't? too right she did.

cs+cl = bad romance, and i don't like it not one bit.

i'm not jealous, i'm angry.

i know she's doing it to get back at me for kc, and he's doing it because he knows it pisses me off. i want him out of my life, but she lives next door bringing the fly to the honey trap. he didn't even know about me and kc - but now he walks into the centre of it.

you deny you're in contact, yet while you slept i read your outbox, you dirty liar.

but as i type, i know she's with him.. she checked i was out the flat first. i thought she was just wondering where i was, until kc text me saying how cl was in her room.

play nice now boys, i'm not worth fighting over.

i'm bad but you're worse cs, you don't know how much i had to restrain myself from replying when cl texted you, your phone in my palm. i know it makes kc mad, which it should. but he should be the least of his worry. lucky he doesn't know about the rest; mi, le, gh. slut i am.

i got a taste of my own medicine though, as i lay passed out upon his sheets. intoxicated from hours before, i knew i could hear that clicking of my phone keys.. you deny'd it. yet questioned me about rebounds and my feelings, sober is hard enough but is this truly fair?

i like you alot, but maybe not enough.

kc: "..but i don't regret making the move though.."

jk: "but do you regret going through my phone?"

kc: "shit."

jk: "i'm alot smarter then you think."

cs you can have cl.

as long as you stop putting thoughts in kc's head.

so we're really all to blame, with this dirty text game.

memories, you annoyed -

me so much, when i was trying to break up with you.

you wouldn't get the hint.

you're 19 but sometimes i wonder who acts older me or you?

i know we argued every day, and we were never 'ok'.

but for the first two weeks you made me happier then i'd ever been, you treated me like a princess. + i shared so many things with you i'd never spoken to anyone, but down the line here we are, exactly where i said we'd be; not friends but enemies. the day i tried to break up with you, do you remember? i do.

we'd been arguing all day and finally i forgave you, but i didn't want too. eventually you asked, "is this what you want?" and it took so much guts to tell you the truth, "i'm not sure anymore." finally tumbled out.

you cried.

you called me upstairs, and i refused to sit on your bed. as i watched you hug that blue rabbit with the stupid orange ears you'd won me on our first date, i don't want this anymore cl! not you, you're not the guy i fell for.

so i went downstairs, and sat on the sofa flicked onto one tree hill and zoned out.

40 minutes later you re-appear.

in that checked shirt i made you buy, but it wasn't ironed and you looked a state.

splashed yourself with my favourite cologne of yours,

and put on one of my favourite films..

most girls would die of the sweetness,

but it made me gag.

i didn't want this.

why wouldn't you listen?

and i know you dressed up, hey kid your never live this down..(8)

you made yourself a fool cl.

mmrs, you drive too quickly -

you drove so quickly, cola came out my nose and all over my brand new scarf.

not cool.

but you thought it was cute.

like my dimple, and freckles.

i hate you, and i don't know why.

i don't want you back.

i'm over this.