Human // c.d

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Cameron's POV

"No, Cameron. I love you." She nodded, "But I don't like you."

My jaw dropped, and I looked at her with pure sadness. I never wanted to hear that from her, and now that I have I don't know what to do.

"What does that mean?" I asked, grabbing ahold of her wrist before she could go back into the living room where Lyla sat probably wondering where I am.

"What does that mean? Really?" Her eyebrows knitted, "It means I-love-you, but I-don't-like-you."

"I don't understand." I said, seeing her eyes roll.

"Look at us right now, Cameron. Look at our situation." She bluntly said. "I don't like you because you're with another girl, and I love you because-"

"Wait, you're the one who told me not to break up with her because you would feel bad." I growled.

"I'm a girl, Cameron! When are you going to stop taking everything I say so literally. Of course I want you to end things with her, but I'm not going to sit there and beg you to! You should want to!" I hushed her after she was getting loud.

She's right. I should have already ended things with Lyla the minute I laid eyes on Jessi back at the restaurant. I should be doing everything I can to get her back.

"I don't understand you, Jessi. You tell me not to do something, and when I don't do it you yell at me."

"I hate you." Her eyes followed mine, "You have no idea how much I hate you."

"See, Jessi? You literally told me you loved me like two seconds ago, and here you are saying you hate me!" I tried lowering my voice.

I watched as her face reddened from anger, and wish I could do something to make her happy. I wish we could just be together.

"Can I ask you a few questions?" Jessi was no longer looking at me, and that scared me.

I whispered, "Yes."

"How long have you and Lyla been together?"

"We aren't even technically dating. I haven't asked her to be my girlfriend. And to answer your question, we've been hanging out for no longer than two weeks."

"Have you kissed her?" She asked, her voice low.

I didn't want to say it, "Yes."

She sighed, "What else have you guys done?"

"Nothing else. I wouldn't do that."

"You wouldn't do that? I'm sure you would." She rolled her eyes.

"Why can't we just have a regular conversation?" I rolled my eyes back at her. "Keep asking questions and I'll keep answering."

"Do you like her?" She asked, her eyes finally meeting mine.

"I like her, but not half as much as-"

"Fuckboy." Jessi said under her breathe, and my mouth dropped.

"I'm not a fuckboy." I spat.

"That's what everyone says. I'm not a fuckboy." She shook her head.

"Are we really going to have this conversation? I'm not a fuckboy. What makes me a fuckboy?"

"Why are you getting so offended?" She asked, "Only a fuckboy gets offended."

"I'm offended because it's coming from you."

"So my opinion actually matters to you?" She pretended to be shocked, and I wanted to cuss her out in that moment, but then she would never forgive me. Ha.