"Don't act like you didn't enjoy what was going on here", he says stepping closer to me as I push myself into my house.
"I don't have time for this and honestly, I think it's time that we stop this. It's taking a toll and she's getting hurt", I say, feeling bad for lying to his face cause I know we are all guilty.
"Would you stop the crap already?!", he suddenly shouts. "We both know she's fucking Nate and she probably knows I'm here, so can we please stop playing these games, just for once?", he pleads, pulling me to face him. Looking him straight in the eye, dark brown meets glossy eyes. Lifting my hand, it comes in contact with his cheek.
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"I know okay, I know", I retort back. "But that doesn't make the situation better or any of us any better for that matter. Ethan, why can't you get this into that thick skull of yours that-"
"Oh, but you know what is thicker", he interrupts, licking his plump, pink lips.
"You see what you're doing ?. You don't have boundaries. This is so wrong, on so many levels. We can't keep doing this. We can't..we just can't", I say, pacing frantically around the room.
"Lulu..Lulu!", he shouts, making me halt.
"Look at me", he says, caressing my bloody cheek, "we both know we want this and fighting it won't solve anything cause in the end, we will end up hurting ourselves and each other.", he says. Pushing his hand away from me, I take the opportunity to cup his chin in my hand.
"Oh, just like how we are hurting her ?" I ask and he looks down, guilt evident on his face.
"Ethan you don't understand. I'm not used to this. The thought of hurting my best friend by taking her boyfriend has NEVER crossed my mind and I'm blaming myself for this. Ever since we met, my world just began to spiral out of control and the feeling of being around someone as intimidating as you...doesn't put my mind at ease", I huff , trying to compose myself.
He lifts his head, eyes widened.
"How so ?", he questions, curiosity lingering in his words.
"You don't know how many times I let my mind wonder on the idea of you. The lingering of your voice, the shape and feeling of your pink lips on top of mine... our fingers laced together and I wonder...just wonder if maybe you linger at the thought of me too?", I confess, hot tears steaming down my face.
"And I know it's wrong, but I can't help it. And that's what scares me the most. Because I know I'm just going to get hurt in the end and even though it hurts me when I say this but, I know deep in my heart that you don't love me. I know how this works : You get the girl who plays hard to get, you get in her pants , make a fool out of her and then go back to her best friend. I don't know about you, but I don't want to risk my so-called reputation being labeled a boyfriend stealer, please.. I'm not Courtney", I explain.
