Chapter 2: I Hate This

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Original: June 1, 2023? Update: August 31, 2023

"Ellie, if you don't stop just licking the frosting like that, I'll have to make you stop."

"How are you gonna do that, Johnny?"

He looks me dead in the eyes, rips the pop tart from my hand, and brought his lips down to my neck. He begins to bite and suck on my skin, leaving marks.

"Johnny~"

He brings his lips up and let's out a sigh as I feel him get harder.

"Ellie, I swear... Fuck it, it's not even worth it anymore. Go to horny jail."

He set me down, took a bite out of the part of the pop tart that I licked, handed it back to me, and pointed to the couch. I sadly walk over to the couch, and sit down.

"This isn't fair, Johnny..." I whine.

He walks over to me and sits down beside me.

"Ellie... I'm not stupid. I know you like me..."

"W-what?"

"You heard me..."

"I... do like you. But you'll never like me back."

Johnny just stayed quiet. It looked like he was thinking. But this gave me my answer. He doesn't like me back. He never will.

"El... you're my best friend. I don't want to lose you."

"I don't want to lose you either. I'll just... calm down with my comments."

"You don't have to. It's something I like about you."

"But you don't like me."

He stayed quiet for a minute before embracing me in a hug. I buried my face in his chest, taking in his intoxicating scent.

"Why do you always smell so nice?"

"I don't know."

I sigh. The only thoughts running through my brain right now were questions.

'Why doesn't he like me? What is wrong with me? Why did I have to be so obvious? Ugh I'm such an idiot! ' My brain screamed.

My head hurts. I can't think of anything but him, and why he doesn't like me. I hate this. My thoughts were interrupted by Johnny giving me a kiss on the forehead.

"Ellie... you're clearly exhausted. Let's get some rest, okay?"

I nodded. He carried me to his room and lay down in his bed, me on top of him. I frowned, before ultimately falling asleep in his arms.

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