Twenty Five

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Twenty Five

#Dylan

Did I hear him right?

He's in love with someone else.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest. Come on, Dylan. Don't get those stupid hopes up! It's highly unlikely that he's in love with you. I mean, it's Jake. He should have made a move by now if it really was you, because Jake gets what he wants.

That last statement made my spirit sink. It's true. Jake has not done anything or shown any motives. He's just being plain Jake, true and real, when it comes to me. 

And those words he says that gets me swooning all the time?

That's just Jake being sweet, because that's just how Jake is. 

Unconsciously, I had started to fiddle with the gold key he gave me again. I always had the thing with me, just hanging around my neck. I didn't know why, but it reminds me of keeping Jake close by.

Do I even want to know who the girl is? Will I be able to handle him being in love with another girl?

What if it's... me?

UGGGGHHHH. Stop it, Dylan! It's like I'm looking to get hurt! 

"Really?" I asked after debating with myself, hiding my anxiety, "With whom?"

Jake looked like he was going to be sick. What was up with him? But within seconds, he maintained his calm, cool, and playful composure. Now, I was going to be sick while waiting for his reply.

"It's a secret," he said, digging into his food.

"You can't tell me you're in love with someone but not tell me who it is!" I protested, even though I was secretly relieved.

"Jake's in love with someone?" a voice suddenly said.

We both turned toward the direction of the voice, startled.

"Gwen?"

"Hi Dyl! Jake!" she greeted coming over, "I didn't know you guys come here too!"

She pulled out a chair, its legs scraping loudly against the floor and took a seat at our table. We were both quite overwhelmed by her audacity and her perkiness. Jake and I exchanged a look.

"So who is Jake in love with, huh?" Gwen asked, supporting her chin with her hand. I swear she was fluttering her eyelids at Jake.

I didn't realize how much I hated her, until this very moment. 

Why did she have to be here, as well?

"Oh come on!" she plowed on, "You can trust me, Jake. I won't tell."

"Oh, we were just kidding around," Jake replied casually, giving me a look that expressed exactly how I was feeling right now.

Extremely pissed.

"Oh okay," Gwen said, clinging onto my arm and turning to me, "I missed you, Dylan! We barely do anything together now. And Jake, we should really hang out some time! You and Dylan are so close, and as her best friend, I should really get to know you as well!"

I really wasn't thrilled with the prospect of Gwen and Jake spending time together. I mean, seriously, best friend? The arm she was clinging to felt dirty, defiled. I wanted to scream at her to get lost. I wasn't the same girl who was willing to do anything just for the two of us to get along. I wasn't that girl who allowed her to walk all over me. I didn't need her, and I had to stand up for myself, because I deserved that.

And Jake taught me that.

However, I wasn't exactly the type of girl who picked catfights in the middle of a public place, no matter how empty it may be. 

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