He's My Neighbour

18: Friend Zoned

A/N: Okay, so I decided I need to stop being so hard on myself with the quality of the writing I publish, because after all, it's my first proper wattled story and I'm young too, so only have a few school years of experience. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and please vote and comment, because it seriously highlights my day.

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Amelia's POV: Chapter 18: Friend Zoned

It had been four days since I last spoke properly to Jake. We were temporarily living together, so there wasn't much escape from the reality of the fact that we were miserable to such a far extent that I didn't make eye contact- not once. It wasn't just affecting Jake and I, but the rest of us (Leila, Zac, Caleb and Tyler) had had hardly spoken after that afternoon when I woke up at Caleb's.

I was eating my own self alive with raw and bitter... with raw and bitter what, exactly? Emotion? Yes, of course, but specifically I couldn't read my mind. Whatever the emotion I was feeling, was strong and raging- Anger, jealousy, betrayal, hatred? I'm just still trying to comprehend everything. Leila told me the story vaguely, about how Zac went missing in a fight with Darcy and she was distraught, then how I got spiked. Jake just riled and confused me. First, he ditched me for Mindy, which a week ago from now would've torn me open and shredded out my insides. But that was nothing compared to the second thing he did, he fell for my best friend. I thought everything was already added up the second I awoke a few days ago, but now the lines were blurred. Jake couldn't believe what he did to Leila, he said so while I was half-asleep; well, he didn't exactly say her name, which doesn't help clarify anything at all, but as far as I know, he in truth didn't do anything to her. Nobody has mentioned it. Besides the entire scene being haunted by a great cloud of awkward, there was barely any added tension between the two. Nothing was making sense anymore.

I was missing something, some link that would turn the story into sense.

Leila was crying because of Zac- not Jake.

Jake didn't do anything to her.

But until I find out for definite that Jake isn't crushing over Leila, I'll believe my gut instinct- he liked Leila, and I couldn't ever forgive him for that. Not now. Not after all of these insane feelings I've gone through that I haven't ever felt before, thanks to the positives and the negatives he's put me through. What a summer holiday waste. I was expecting a budding love-story, very cliche, but like they do in all of the most unrealistic movies. You know the sorts that are basically love without war, which clearly wasn't the case here. I expected to fall for him, and for him to fall for me... And how did that work out Amy?

It turned out to be a load of bullshit.

So here I was, sat wrapped in my blanket, supposedly watching America's Next Top Model, when in reality, I was staring at the wall in front of me for the past days, driving myself further and further to insanity. And Jake? Well, as much as I was blanking him out, he still ordered me food every night, as we both established I wasn't up to errands and chores like cooking, and he wasn't a pure master chef. But I didn't take it. I didn't want to eat. As soon as I felt a trace of food touch my lips, I wanted to vomit across my bedsheets. I was weak, and so forth was my stomach. I couldn't handle chewing, swallowing and digesting. My body couldn't handle it, it was still dumbfounded with shock. I may sound repetitive but I'm just portraying my thoughts- a reel of limited imagines replaying and replaying until I feel sick to my stomach over them.

What had happened to me?

I used to be so independent and secure within myself, and now this. This had happened.

I had fallen head over heels for a guy who couldn't give a shit.

So whoever said blondes have more fun must've been a brunette with severe depression, because this wasn't on my list.