Paisley leaves the next morning, going home to get ready for early morning football practice. My parents love her, just like I knew they would, but I don't think they're the only ones who love her. Before last night, I wasn't completely sure, but seeing her with my family, fitting right in, I knew I loved her.
I thought the scariest part of falling in love would be thinking about telling her, but the hardest part was admitting to myself how I felt. Admitting that I loved her was one of the hardest things I've ever done, admitting that I fell for the one person I swore I'd never fall for.
She drives me insane with the small smirk she sends my way when she catches me staring at her, or when she realizes that I'm nervous and embraces my hand with hers, rubbing patterns on it until I've calmed down. She feels like the one person that I want to spend the rest of my life with.
But what do I do now, now that I've accepted how I feel? I know I should tell her how I feel, but that's the last thing I want to do right now. I want to go back to denying how I feel. I want to keep protecting myself from the inevitable heartbreak.
A soft knock comes from the hall and I look up, seeing Jake leaning in the doorway.
"Mind if I come in?" He asks, walking over to the side of my bed and gently sitting down when I nod.
"You seem off today, is everything okay?"
I shrug, trying to find the right words to answer him. "I'm fine."
He cocks an eyebrow at me, the disbelief evident on his face. "Just tell me what's wrong Brooke. I know something's bothering you, and I"
How did you know that you loved Sasha?" I blurt out, interrupting Jake.
He stops and stares at me, confusion in his eyes. "I don't think there was necessarily a moment when I came to the realization that I loved her. It just happened over time. She's the first thing I think about when I wake up, and the last thing I think about before I fall asleep. When I get good news, she's the first person I want to tell, and her smile is my favorite thing in the world. She's my best friend."
"That's all fine and nice Jake, but how do I know?"
Jake rolls his eyes and gets up off my bed. "Stop asking me for an answer I can't give you, and tell her how you feel."
"I hate you!" I yell after him as he leaves my room, flopping down on my bed with a sigh.
How the fuck am I supposed to tell her how I feel if I don't even know how I feel?
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my weakness {gxg}
RomanceIt's Brooke Heighten's last year of high school, and she's determined to make it the best yet. She's got everything under control, until her troublesome ex girlfriend comes back into town. Even worse, Paige is asked to tutor her, and she just can't...
