You walked out and slam the door. You know you embarrassed him but you still are upset about what he said.
Payback is a bitch, huh.
You begin walking home still trying to process everything, you feel your stomach twisting creating a feeling that won't go away. Guilt.
"Maybe I was a bit hard on him?" you think to you're self looking down at the ground. You bump into someone and say "UGH GET AWAY FROM M-" as you look up to see your ex's hazel eyes staring back down at you.
Oh shit. What a turn this night took.
You felt a soft feeling replacing that guilt inside your stomach. Relief for a quick second before backing away quickly.
"Oh my god I am so-" he cuts you off and says "sorry? yea no need. I got to see you so no need to apologize."
Ugh, cute.
He says with a smirk on his face. He likes you still and he knows you love him still but you hate it.
You put your hand on your head and say " I gotta go, Jacob.." Noticing that the street's lights are coming on.
You start walking away when you jerked backward. He grabbed his wrist.
Oh shit, am I getting kidnapped?
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Loving Him.
RomansaYou're stuck between your best friend, your ex, and the new guy. Which is right for me? Who's better than the other? Most importantly, who are you going to spend the rest of your life with? A Point of view story.
