Dares with the Boy Who Doesn't Care

Chapter Thirty-One(Rose POV)

I did it.

I did exactly what I thought I wouldn't do. I fell, hard, again.

How is it possible to like someone so much when they don't even like you back, when they don't even act like you exist? Before I had an excuse. I liked him because he was being nice to me but now he stopped being nice to me, yet he still manages to be everything to me.

He doesn't talk to me, he doesn't touch me, he doesn't even look at me. It's been days! You'd think I'd hate him by now, or that I'd at least have gotten over him, but no. I still have that same stupid little crush. 

It's crazy! I'll never understand how something that meant so much to me could mean so little to him. He had no problem talking to me and being all friendly and adorable one day then ignoring me and being completely unaffectionate towards me the next. And the next few days after that, up until now where he is still being as social as a brick wall.

Our relationship- or whatever it was- came to an end. So abruptly that I was unable to comprehend anything and am still unable to comprehend anything. I ask myself the same questions over and over again yet, it seems like I'll never find the answer. It's like math but worse.

I thought we were at least friends but I guess not. Even with friendships you're supposed to be able to feel yourselves gradually growing apart. I didn't get the satisfaction of experiencing that painful feeling- like I did with Ella. What Jamie and I had ended, just like that, short and simply.

I run my hands through my hair in frustration while staring down at the wallpaper, the picture of him, on my phone. Yeah, he doesn't talk to me anymore but at least I still have this picture to remind me of how much I miss him every time I try to do something as simple as check the time.

It's only been a few days but it feels like it's been forever. I find myself craving him. When he'd smile at me. When he'd hold my hand. His warmth and his radiance that I've never felt from anyone else.

The last words we exchanged were a week ago. Even though we have classes together, sit together and even stay after school together, he has still managed to say nothing more than a couple of sentences to me. If that's not ignoring then I don't know what is.

"Why are you ignoring me?" I asked this on the third day hesitant, yet anxious for his response.

"I'm not ignoring you, you just haven't done anything to catch my attention."

That physically hurt. I remember taking a step back as if his words alone had put even more distance between us.

"What did I do?"

Nothing. He says nothing. The only sounds coming from him are his footsteps as he walks towards his car to leave me.

"Can I ask one more question?"

He doesn't respond. His back is to me but he stops walking at least.

"Mark said..." I trailed off unable to finish.

Mark had said a lot about Jamie. He said a lot about my "hopeless love" and how it was apparently all in my head.

"...that I was nothing more than a way to clear your dirty conscience...Is that true?" I hold my breath.