Chapter 22

"Cupcake!" Dylan yelled from behind me. 

Wait a minute, what's wrong with me? 

Did I just get mad for seeing him kiss a girl? 

Did the baseball bat cause any mental damage? 

This isn't your business Diana, get it straight into your head. He kissed Helen, not you and that doesn't do a thing to you. He's done enough by paying your hospital bills, bringing you all the way to mall to get you clothes, giving you a place to call home and wasted a lot of time on you. He did all of that for you, not lady makeupson so this only shows your a judgemental and ungrateful bitch. 

I stopped walking. 

Wow, that's the best advice I'd ever given to myself before and probably the most un-stupidest thing I'd ever thought of. 

If that's even a word. 

"Why did you leave?" Dylan asked when he caught u