He's My Neighbour

45: I'm Independent

A/N: writers block is a criminal, so sorry for not updating in forever! I did my best with this chapter, but I hate writing chapters like these ones. Please read, I worked hard on it.

Oh, and for all of you 5sosfam, I may or may not have slipped a 5sos reference in this chapter. Just for the hell of it, no strings attached.

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Chapter 45: Amelia's POV: I'm Independent

The weather was violent, to say the least. It was icy, windy with the occasional outburst of rain and grey sky. As I walked briskly through the bitterness, my sodden hair whipped my cheeks. The sharp lashes against my face stung in the cold, but I had to get to Leila's.

She was the only person who could help me. She'd had boyfriends, she'd had her heart broken, she'd dealt with relationship problems before.

I wish I didn't, and I had no clue as to why, but a huge part of me was telling me that Sam was telling the truth back in sociology. Potentially one of the most untrustworthy people I've ever met had my guts on his side. Except, Jake wouldn't do that to me, would he? He's sweet and charismatic. Granted, he torments me continuously and likes picking arguments, but that's what I love him for. He has nerve and he's cheeky and mischievous, but pure cruel? That's not the Jake I know. He was better than that. Plus, I had to give him the benefit of the doubt, because he was my boyfriend.

Ugh. It was just no use!

No matter how many times I repeated myself over and over in my brain, I couldn't convince myself that Sam was lying.

My steps slowed in the hammering rain, as I stumbled across a bus shelter. Wiping the smeared mascara stains from down my cheeks, I perched on the end of a frozen seat, with my face buried into the palms of my hands in heated stress.

This was exactly what I didn't want to happen, but multiplied to make things a thousand times worse!

A lump had formed in my throat, and my eyes were beginning to turn watery and heavy. I couldn't cry. I wouldn't cry. I knew that if a single tear was shed, then it'd be over. The doubt would be given a conclusion. If I cried, then that was me accepting the fact that it was Jake that drugged me. And I didn't want to believe that one bit.

I heard vehicles going past, as I took deep breaths with my head facing the concrete, when I heard brakes skid in front of me. Out of curiosity, I looked up, and the parked-up car's window rolled down. Jake.

Perfect.

"Amy?" He shouted through the heavy rain. "What the hell are you doing? Get in the car, now."

"I'm good, I'll walk." I yelled back, earning what looked like a laugh.

"In this weather?" He asked, as he hurriedly jumped out of the car, and ran towards my shelter.

I bit my lip, restricting words to escape my mouth. I didn't want to risk it. If I was to say a single word, there'd be a chance that my shaky voice would crack, and I'd break down.

No tears, no tears.

"Why are you acting so weird? Lying again." Jake questioned, with all humour in his voice gone. He was being deadly serious, and he was concerned. "You've been jumpy all week, and earlier today with the lying and leaving unexpectedly the canteen. Now, you're sat under a bus-stop in the pouring rain without even warning me? I always drive you home, but  you didn't think to tell me. What's the matter?"