Falling for my enemy

Nothing makes sense

My POV
I woke up the next morning on the couch. He was already up, making breakfast.

There was toast on the table.
"For me?" I ask in awe.
"You wish." He says while stuffing the toast in his mouth.

I gave  him an annoyed look.

"Bet you'll like this though." He leans in for a kiss.
I kiss him back.

I'm still not over the fact that we kissed, no wait we ARE KISSING RIGHT NOW.

It feels good, this is all too perfect—

What about his crush?...

I push back.

He stops, "Whats wrong?"
"You don't like me."

He looks at me confused.

Am I overreacting? Am I the one acting weird?

"What do you mean—"
"Why did you kiss me then?" I abrupt him.

"Y/n, I don't know what you're trying to say—"
"You said you liked someone else, didn't you?" I cut him off again.

I'm not mad.. well I am to a certain degree.

"Oh...is this what it's all about." He leans back on the counter.

I subconsciously fickle my hands. For some reason I feel stressed.

"I thought you would get the hints." He says disappointed.

I did.
I knew it form the start, I knew he was talking about me. But I chose to ignore it, I chose to be naive about it.
Being arrogant seemed like an easier way.

It was all in my head. Of course I do like him, but for some reason I couldn't face it.

Everything has just changed after my parents left. It's like they made a curse on me.

Nothing makes sense.

I don't make sense.

What happened that night?
What are those dreams?
Where is mom and dad?

Could it be...no, impossible.
Unless,

And then I realized..

"Y/n?"

I look up at him, and pause.
A moment of breath was needed for the next thing I was about to spit out.

"You're not real."