Even Heroes Have Scars

[41] Something Inside Clicks

Demi's P.O.V.

HAYDEN FUCKING KISSED ANSLEY'S CHEEK! DIDN'T HE KNOW HOW LONG AND HARD I TRIED TO BUILD UP THE COURGE TO BECOME HER PERSONAL, ONE AND ONLY CHEEK KISSER?! AND HE FUCKING RUINED IT!

I wanted so bad to storm out of the diner, but last time I did that, Ansley followed me, and if she knew how I felt about her, my heart would break because she didn't feel the same way towards me. She may have said she had a crush on me a few days ago, but that could have been a celebrity crush. Why would she like me?

His lips brushed her cheek, and they lingered there for a second while his arms held her. My jaw tightened as I watched from my stool, then snapped my head away to face the counter. My breaths were heavy and my lips formed a tight line, but as I was holding a napkin of utensils in one hand while my other hand was clasped over my wrist, I calmed myself.

She was a lesbian. They couldn't be dating. Impossible.

By the time I slowed my breath, my hand allowed the utensils to fall back into the pile and my other hand let go of my wrist. My cheeks forced a smile on themselves as I swiveled to face Ansley and Hayden, who had separated by then.

"You two are a cute couple," I complimented, unable to breathe as I mumbled it.

"We're not together," Ansley shook her head, not believing me.

"Then what was that?" I asked.

"Yeah, Hayden, what was that?" Ansley repeated.

"I uh..." he smiled, blushing, as he rocked back on his heals. "Sorry. I don't really know."

"Well, whatever it was, can you please not do it again?" she placed her hands on the insides of his elbows, her fingers wrapping around his arms. "You're such a sweet guy and the gesture was comforting, but as comforting as it was, I'm not exactly comfortable with it. Do you get me?"

"Yeah, I do," he nodded.

"Do you? I don't know, I just..." she ran her fingers through her hair and let her hands rest at her sides again. "I feel like I'm not making sense and that I'm confusing you because sometimes I let you do things and sometimes I don't. Like, I'm leading you on, then telling you to stop, and I don't mean to hurt you like that by letting you do things on special occasions. I'm sorry, Hayden. I'm not making much sense. You probably think I'm ridiculous."

"No, no, I understand, Ansley. My apologies for crossing that boarder. It won't happen again," he tucked his hands into his pockets.

"Promise?"

"I promise," he smiled, flicking his head to the left so that his hair readjusted itself, falling the way he wanted it to.

"Thank you," she grinned.

I glanced up at the clock which read eight forty-five. Shit. I needed to be to rehearsals at nine thirty and there was nothing worse than having a crew of one hundred or so people waiting for you.

"Damn it," I mumbled.

"What?" Ansley asked, fixing her skirt from when she had to stand on her tip toes to hug Hayden.

"I have to go," I made a disappointed face, even though it felt like a Saving Grace since I got to leave Hayden.

"Do you have to?" Ansley pouted out her bottom lip, as if that would change my answer.

"Yeah," I sighed. "I've got rehearsals soon."

"Aww," she looked down, crestfallen.

"Hey, it's okay," I assured her. "We'll get to see each other tonight, remember?"