laced with my doubts.

6

I heard knuckles lightly tap on the wood of my door and I turned my body over to where I could look at the ceiling.

"Not in the mood." I grumbled, pulling my blanket up higher.

I heard the cogs of the door tumble and turn and I suddenly regretted giving mike a key.

I looked up to see an unapologetic Vic standing in my doorway. "I don't care if you're 'in the mood' you're talking to me." He demanded as he almost shut the door back and sat next to me.

I sat up and looked at him. "What do you want?" I hissed, coving my body up in the blanket.

"To talk about what happened down stairs." He said quietly as he rubbed his hand on my knee, attempting to console me.

"Nothing happened, Jaime kissed me without asking, them Mike walked in and saw it and as usual started yelling at me without even fucking know my side." I said like it was the simplest thing in the world.

"No, not that. Why did you tell him that you love him? Was it just to end the fight, or to shut him up....or?" He questioned me.

"Are you that fucking stupid Vic? it wasn't for any of that. It was because I do have feelings for Mike. I always had, I just tucked them inside of back of my head because I thought it was a stupid crush, and that I'd get over it. I've never known how to tell him, and that was the only way I knew how to. I hate fighting with him, yet he seems to get a thrill out of it."

"How long have you known you love him?"

"Since freshman year. We got wasted at a party and ended up sitting on my roof at three in the morning talking, we sat under the stars and he kissed me. Even through the ounces of liquor swimming in my system I still felt the sparks."

"Is that really true?" A mystery voice from the doorway called and out attention flipped.

Mike nervously stood there with his hands shoved into his pockets, his head hung in guilt, and a small line of partially dried tears streaked down his face.

"How long were you there?" I spat turning my head away form him.

"Long enough to know that you feel the same way."

My eyes widened and my heart beat faster, my palms got sweaty and I suddenly, and for the first time in my life, did NOT want to look at Mike Fuentes.