Basorexia: A Jacob Sartorius Fanfic #Wattys2017

Compare and Contrast

Jacob's POV:

    I made my way to room 629, which was Alana's room. I just got my schedule from my counselor. Apparently, everybody's schedules are different, so I just thought I'd go to her room and figure out times when we can hang out. Last night when we, "hung out", she told me she wanted to hang out exclusively more often. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but now I'm not so sure.
Right before I knocked on her door, I remembered that I haven't tweeted my daily pick up line/ phrase that makes girls thirsty for me. Quickly, I tweeted, "Out of the 7 billion people in this world, you're the only one🙊❤️"
I tapped the tweet button, and I smiled. I can't let my fans know that I may have an interest in another girl, or else 99% of my fan base will leave and cry. Within ten seconds, I had multiple retweets, likes, and comments saying, "Please date me Jacob!"
"ily💕"
"Please duet with me!"
"👅💦🔥❤️"
and so on.
I put my phone away in my pocket and knocked on her door. After a couple of seconds I saw one of her stunning emerald green eyes in the little peephole. I usually get butterflies when I see her, but now I don't. I don't understand! I just haven't been able to think about her.
The wooden door swung open quickly.
"Hey Jakey-roo!" She smiled and twirled her dirty blonde hair around her index finger. Although the nickname was cringe, I laugh it off and enter her room. The both of us sat on her bed.
"Did you get a schedule?" I asked.
"Yeah, here." She handed it to me.
"It looks like we have the same free times, so we can hang out!" I felt a little hyped, but surprisingly not as excited as I expected to be.
"Yaaaaay!" She sat on my lap and kissed my cheek. Why am I not enjoying this? I decided that I needed to have a talk with her.
     "Alana, listen," I gently push her off my lap.
"What's wrong?" She sounded anxious.
"What we did last night, was magical." I started, she tried to hold my hand but I moved my hand so she wouldn't.
"What's your problem?" She was obviously offended.
"But, I've had a bad feeling ever since."
"Guilt?"
"Yeah," I felt a lump in my throat because I knew I was going to break this girl's heart.
"Alana, I don't think we should have done it."
She looked down on the floor, deep in thought.
"I don't regret it, honestly." She said and shrugged her shoulders.
"I think we lost our spark because of it..." I saw her face turn paper white. Her mouth opened in disbelief and her eyes began to water a little. All of the happiness in her heart and soul, was gone. And I was the reason for it. I am an asshole.
"I thought we still had it." Her mascara was beginning to run down her cheek.
"Sorry, but I don't think we do." I immediately regretted saying that, because that sounded like I didn't care, but I really do. I tried to wipe a tear from her eye, but she slapped my wrist really hard.
"Ow!" I yelped. She sat up quickly from her bed and opened the door.
"People of the opposite gender aren't allowed to hang out in each other's rooms." She said bitterly. I knew that was my signal to go. iI sat up and walked out of the room, still rubbing my wrist where she slapped me. People say the worst kind of pain is getting your heart broken, but those people have obviously never  been the one to be the heartbreaker.