Jackson wrapped his arm around me.
He really wanted to make Marcus jealous.
I just sat there not knowing what to do.
I've missed him.
I've missed Marcus.
But I really didn't want to lose Jackson either. I owe him.
But he was right. He doesn't want to be played. And I was so freaking confused that maybe sometimes I was messing with him. And that's not fair.
Because he's falling for me but I've never actually done that.
I didn't fall for Jackson.
I love him.
But I didn't fall for him.
I was falling over and over for Marcus.
I wanted to look at him and do nothing.
I hate myself for that.
Marcus: Olivia?
I've missed his voice.
Me: Hey, Marcus.
Marcus couldn't stop looking at Jackson. They were both kind of confused, angry and frustrated.
Jackson: What do you guys want to talk about?
Marcus smirked ironically.
Marcus: Do I have to repeat it? I said I want to talk to Olivia. Not you, asshole.
Jackson: What's wrong with you, boy?
Marcus: What's wrong with YOU? I want to stay alone with Olivia and talk. Can you get the hell out of here?
Jackson: I won't leave you alone with my girlfriend.
Marcus looked at me.
He didn't like the word 'girlfriend'.
But this was the truth.
I was his girlfriend.
Like it or not.
Marcus: So, you don't trust your girl, huh?
Jackson: I don't trust you.
Marcus: I fucking love her. Don't worry, I won't hurt her.
Jackson: You fucking what? You loved her?
He laughed ironically.
Marcus: Just leave us alone. Or, are you afraid that she's still in love with me and she'll cheat on you.
Jackson: Go fuck yourself.
Marcus: Can I come inside, Olivia?
I nodded.
Marcus came inside and stood in front of Jackson.
Marcus: Olivia. Can you please tell your boyfriend politely to get the hell out of here? Because if I do this, it won't be so polite.
Jackson: You're going to do what?
Me: Guys. Stop.
Jackson: No, let him tell us what he's going to do.
Me: Jackson. You can leave. Me and Marcus are just going to talk.
Marcus: You heard her.
Jackson: Excuse me?
Me: Just for a little bit. If he wants us to talk, then I'll leave him some time to explain himself.
Jackson: I trust you Olivia. Don't do anything that you're going to regret it. Remember all these things that we've been talking about.
I nodded.
Jackson kissed my lips softly and then looked at Marcus.
He left and me and Marcus were alone.
He smiled.
He smiled the way he used to smile on me every time we were looking at each other when we were in love.
He smiled like the first time I saw him outside my class.
That was the smile I fell for.
Marcus: Olivia?
I didn't say anything.
Marcus: I want you to tell me something honestly. Are you even in love with Jackson?
Me: I am here because you said you wanted us to talk.
Marcus: That's what we are doing right now. So tell me. Are you even in love with him? Like the way you are with me?
I didn't say anything.
He came one step closer.
Me: Don't come closer. I have a boyfriend, Marcus.
Marcus: I asked you something and you didn't answer me. Are you in love with him?
Me: That's none of your business.
Marcus: It is.
Me: Why did you even come here? What do you want us to talk about, Marcus? You knew I was with Jackson. So, why did you come here?
Marcus: I'm still into you.
Me: This between us doesn't work and you know it. We said that it's over for good. So please leave me alone.
He looked at my lips.
Me: Don't do this, Marcus.
Marcus: Do what?
He continued looking at my lips.
I could barely breathe.
Marcus: Answer me, Olivia. And then I'll leave you alone. Are you in love with Jackson?
Me: Yes, I am.
Marcus: You be lying.
Me: No. Just because you didn't hear what you wanted to hear doesn't mean it's not true. I'm over you.
Marcus: You're not. I can see the way you look at me. Yes, Olivia. This between us is not healthy. Maybe I'm going to hurt you more than Jackson is about to. But only with me you can find the real love you're searching for.
Me: That's a lie. You're not the only boy in the world that can love a girl.
Marcus: No one is going to give you the pleasure I'm going to give you.
Me: Leave, Marcus.
Marcus: I will. But first-
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer.
His lips were about to kiss mine.
Then he looked at my eyes and he waited for me to stop him.
I didn't stop him.
I didn't want to.
Me: I'm still in love with you. I'm still fucking in love with you.
Marcus: That's enough.
