Ruining Us

Chapter 1: Cold Shoulder

Sorry it took so long! I fail at planning. But here you go, the long awaited sequel! And a recap, in case you forgot....o.O Dedicated to -WriterChick- for helping me come up with the sequel name!

Onwards!!

.:Recap:.

"Jess," I said quietly, "I love you,"

She didn't say anything. She just stared at me for a moment, her eyebrows creasing into a frown of disbelief. I regretted telling her; now I had completely ruined everything, what I had worked so hard to achieve had gone down the drain...

"I'm sorry," I whispered, looking at my shoes. I was apologizing because she had lost her boyfriend and one of her friends in one day, and it must hurt. When she still remained silent, I could take it no further, and I turned around and followed the path of my friends out of the park.

I heard her shouting my name as I crossed the road, but I ignored her, keeping up my fast pace. Tears were spilling out of my eyes; I shouldn't have told her, I was so stupid, so unbelievably stupid...

Finally, I couldn't hear her anymore and I slowed my pace down. I was almost out of London, but I paid no attention to my surroundings. I was heartbroken, barely able to breathe through the stupidity of my actions, my mind replaying those fateful three words.

And still I walked, away from the girl I loved and left behind.

.:Story Start:.

{~Jess POV~}

"You're a bit grumpy," Danny commented dryly, dropping onto the sofa beside me.

"Mm," I replied, not really listening, my mind far away. He poked my ribs and I flinched as it tickled before relaxing again, ignoring him. He repeated the action over and over, saying,

"Someone's moody," stretching out the 'o' to tease me. He kept poking me, until I lost my short temper and hit him on the arm.

"Shut up!" I hissed angrily, and went back to staring at the wall, feeling tears come to my eyes. More tears. They wouldn't go away. Not since that last week. It was all too much for me to take in, too much to comprehend...

Jess, I love you...

He said that we're moving, to Brazil...

Those words were stuck on replay in my head.

I couldn't get over it, I just couldn't. Spencer, the boy who had slept with countless girls, was in love. And the last time he had been in love, it had ruined him. But now he was in love again, with me of all people. How in God's name did two people love me?

And then Zack. Ever since my last goodbye to him, I haven't been the same; it feels like some part of me has been ripped away although we'll see each other again. As Paul Simon once said; losing love is like a window in your heart. Everybody sees you're blown apart, everybody sees the wind blow...

Of course, thinking about Zack made the tears fall again and I shook my head irritably, standing up so my brother didn't see. I rushed to my room and collapsed on my bed, knowing it would be over in a few minutes. Then in maybe half an hour I would start crying again.

That was how I had worked for the last week; like a machine. Eating, drinking, crying, thinking, drawing. But I had given up on drawing as all I drew was Zack. He and I had decided to break up before he left; he knew that he'd be gone a long time, and either of us might find someone else. I knew I wouldn't, though. Zack was perfect.

However, every time I thought that I felt bad for Spencer. How must it feel to be in love with someone that only sees you as a friend? Maybe a minor crush? I didn't know. The only person I had ever loved had been in love with me, too. I needed to talk to Spencer, still. I needed to explain a few things.