Well I guess you could say I've been crying for three hours straight. As I lay on my bed, wasting tears and barely consuming oxygen, I realize that Erika isn't worth my time. She isn't the type of person I want in my life, and I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to be in mine anymore. I lift my head from my blanket and wipe my eyes, clearing my vision. When I try to take my mind off of it, it seems it only makes it worse. The burning pain in my chest won't go away, but I manage to sit up. I walk over to my desk and look at the note with Thomas's number on it, tears falling as I read the number over and over again. I pick up the piece of paper, and rip it in half, then into another half. I lift my curtain and look out into the street, the sun's light brighter than before. I notice Erika's car isn't in front of my house anymore, actually it's not on the street at all. I let go of the hold I had on the curtain, letting it droop once more. I suddenly have the urge to eat, even though I'm not quite up for it. I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen anyway, deciding I really should eat something. I look into the cup board and pick up the Reese Puffs, along with a bowl, spoon, and the gallon of milk. As I pour the cereal into the bowl, there's a knock on the door. If it's Erika, she's going to be lucky if she leaves crawling. I know it sounds harsh, but she would be just as angry if I was all over her ex. I cross across the kitchen floor, the tiles cold on my feet. I turn the knob and slowly open the door, waiting to see if she would step inside. I look to see who's standing in the door way, and when I realize who it is, my heart breaks into a million pieces. It's Thomas, and he looks as if he hasn't slept in days. Sadness consumes his facial expression, leaving his face blank and colorless. "Why are you here?" I ask, trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice. "I wanna explain what really happened in the window, please, I really screwed up." His glance goes to the floor, and he looks ashamed and upset. "What is there to explain?" I hear my voice crack, and I can already feel the tears forming, the same burning sensation I felt 3 hours ago. "Please, just listen to me. I want to make this right," his glance moves back up at me, and I look to thesis of him, not wanting to make eye contact. "Thomas-" "just. Please, y/n I'm sorry, just give me another chance." A tear rolls down his cheek, and I realize that he really means it. I motion for him to come inside, and I close the door behind him. We each take a seat at the table and Thomas begins the conversation. "What you say in the window last night, it wasn't what you think it was." The scene plays again in my mind, and the burning sensation in. My eyes becomes worse. "Oh so it didn't look like my so called friend was all over my ex? And my ex just simply let her, knowing I was watching?" I can't hold it in any longer, and a tear rolls down my face. "No, she came on to me-" "what's the difference Thomas! You still asked her out, you still allowed her to do it, and you allowed Isabella to go to prom with you!" I yell through tears. He lowers his gaze, and doesn't say anything for a moment. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm really, really sorry. I didn't actually like Erika, I still don't. I never even knew she was going to show up at my house." "Then why would you ask her out? And why would you kiss her?" His words jumble inside of my head, swirling around and making absolutely no sense. "I asked her out because I knew she was your friend.." "So you only asked her out because she's my friend? Thomas you're not even making sense." I become even more confused, why would he ask her out 'because she was my friend?' Did he think he was doing something nice for me by doing that? "I figured if I asked her out, it would make you jealous, and it did, didn't it?"
