I slam the breaks on, coming to a stop outside Charlottes apartment.
"Can we please talk about this?" She asks quietly, biting her lip.
"I think I need time to think about it." I tell her, staring out of the window, refusing to look at her."Dan you're being ridiculous! It's my job! It's not like we're dating or anything! Stop being a baby about it." She gets out of the car, slamming the door behind her. I rest my head against the steering wheel. She's right, I'm being stupid. But the thought of them together makes me feel sick. We're not together, it's true. But part of me wishes we were.
"Fuck my fucking brain." I mutter to myself before driving home. Loud, angry music floods my car, matching my mood.
"This is all your fault Smith. If you actually did something about your feelings instead of sitting around like a dumbass I wouldn't be in this situation." I continue to rant to myself, at myself, until I reach my home.
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Mr Smith, Miss Jackson.
Fiksi PenggemarLead singer of Bastille, Dan Smith, has fallen in love with a strange, enticing girl from a completely different world to his. Her name is Miss Jackson. Despite her at times brash exterior, she's sweet and sensitive with a dark past. Can Dan learn...
