48 Days of Hell

Chapter 8

Everyday was the same. I either went out with Oliver, stayed at home with Jeremy and watched some lame horror movies that we laughed our hearts out at or I was hanging out with Matt or Erin.

Today, it was Matt's turn.

We drove to an empty field, with grass reaching up to your knees, and peculiarly an oak tree standing right in the middle of the field.

''The last one that reaches the tree is... a looser!'' I heard him shout and run as briskly as he could. I ran after him and soon was able to catch up with him and jumped on him. He lost his balance and we both fell into the grass and giggled. ''Sorry, but it's not my fault that you're so heavy'' he said with his eyes on me and a smirk plastered on his face. I gasped. ''You're calling me fat now?'' I asked and pretended to be offended by his fatuous comment. ''Maybe'' he answered and his smirk grew. (if that was even possible as it was already ponderous enough)

I shook my head in disappointment and rested my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beating, it was loud and clear, at a steady pace.

''Gemma?'' he asked. ''Yes?'' I looked up at him, ready to listen to what he had to say. He smiled when my eyes met his then shook his head gently. ''Doesn't matter sweetie'' he whispered ever so softly. I groaned and mumbled. ''Stop calling me that, will you?''

''Hmm, well, remember that day, when I told you that I would make you love me? Well you see Gemma, I don't know if you know- you should though, but, I keep my promises. I will make you love me like you never loved anyone before'' he replied to my comment and grinned proudly.

That's when he got me. You know those type of comments that you just can't reply to, unless you're a sass master? Yeah, that was that type of comment, but I had to think. I had to be astute and brisk.

''What if you won't make me love you? What if.. I'm in love with someone already'' I said my thoughts out loud without realising it. 

Shit, shit shit, shit, shit. Gemma you flipping idiot. Okay, okay calm your ass down. Emm, think, how can you fix that? I can't fix that, can't I? Oh Gemma, you got yourself into some deep shit.

*Mental facepalm*

'''And who would that be?'' he spoke with one of his eyebrows risen. You could clearly hear the revelation in his tone.

''My.. my boyfriend'' I said, almost inaudibly.

''Your boyfriend?'' he asked, his voice now was more penetrating and vigorous.

''Y-yes'' I began.

Then I thought to myself; aren't I allowed to have a boyfriend? Who's he to tell me what I can have and what I cannot have. Now, lets twist some things and make this boy a petite apoplectic by what he's going to hear from me now.

''Aren't I allowed to have a boyfriend? Hmm?'' I asked, my voice at a normal volume.

''Well, Gem, I'm your best friend, you should've told me shouldn't you?'' he answered my question with another question.

''I don't have to tell you everything. Who are you to know everything?'' I stated then asked another question.

''A guy that has been your best friend since we were stupid little kids, and who now has a fucking crush on you and you can't see it!'' he burst out. His face in all shades of red, his chest moving up and down as he was breathing heavily and deeply, his eyes elsewhere and heart broken.

Realisation just hit me across my face. I had just fractured Matt Thompsons' heart. My best friend's heart, and there is no way I can ever put the pieces together back to where they belong.

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I'm so sorry I took so long with this chapter. You know, school and homework and exams..

But it's here, at last. Sorry that it's short. I'll make sure the next chapter will be out sooner and longer than this one.

Thanks for reading!

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