GAGE

43// d o y o u l o v e h i m ?

Pic of Tristan because he's sexy af and can get this puss anytime ok bye
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As I make my way down the driveway to Hailey's car I can spot her glare behind the windshield from a mile away.

"Oh my -you look terrible!" She yells when I open the door.

"I know," I frown.

"I'm sorry... you looked dead coming outside, but up close... it's worse..." she trails.

"Thanks," I reply sarcastically.

"Sorry," she says again.

"It's fine, I know I look deceased," I try to smile.

She gives a knowing smile, "I assume you and that guy are no longer. Garage, was it?"

I glare at her even though her eyes are focused on the road. I tell her the turns to make to Gage's apartment, "Gage," I correct, "and you assumed right."

"Why?" she squeals. She's always unnecessarily excited.

"Turn here, and because..." I don't really know why. I think it's more me than anything.

"Probably because you can't understand the fact that someone cares about you," she says for me, "I'm pretty sure I've told you this before."

"And you're probably right, again." I sigh.

"Aw, girly, you'll be fine!" She pats my thigh, "What even happened?"

"I barely remember. I yelled at him and told him that I couldn't stay with him because... well I don't know why. But probably because of what you said. It was probably just because I'm an idiot, but I'd be an even bigger idiot if I went back to him..." I stare at my thigh.

"You'd probably be the biggest idiot to have ever existed if you don't." She glances at me, "He clearly cares about you, whether you want to face it or not. Why else would he be at my house, ready to tear the door off the hinges?"

I sigh, putting my hand on my forehead, "Oh my god. He did not."

"He did!" she quips.

"He told me he loves me..." I close my eyes as I lean my head against the seat.

"He does," she assures.

"I refuse to read any of his messages," I announce.

"Why?" she yells, 'Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?" I roll my eyes begin my eyelids.

"Do you love him?" she ignored my question.

"What?"

"Do you love him?" she repeats.

I ponder for a moment. "I don't know," I lie.

"It's a yes or no question. If you love him, you don't have to think about it, you just know."

"And how do you know all this?" I quirk a brow.

"I'm a professional! I read books..." she defends.

"No you don't," I chuckle, "You act like you've been in love before."

"Oh, I have!" she exclaims.

"With who?" I fold my arms over my chest.

"Harry Styles..." she purses her lips.

"Everyone has; that's nothing special!"

"Don't be ignorant! That's just insulting to our relationship and downright rude," she quickly glares at me.