Splash

13 • in which myles drops the ball

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It's been 2 weeks since it happened. 15 days to be exact. 15 days since I was the biggest dumbass in the history of dumbasses.

Seriously though, what the hell was I thinking?

I can't even blame my being drunk, as soon as I saw Serena with that fucking prick Keller, I was as sober as a fucking rock.

It's not like they were doing anything, it's just the fact that she was happy. Yeah, I wanted Serena to be happy, but she should be happy with me, and certainly not with him.

But she was happy with him. She looked incredible, that tiny pair of shorts and low cut tanktop accentuated parts of her body that made me think things that friends most definitely do not think about each other. I will admit, I was insanely jealous. I was jealous of the way that she laughed at Keller's lame ass jokes, the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled at him, and I was mostly jealous of the fact that he got to dance with her, got to spend all his time with her, so everyone watching knew that they were together.

So, I did what any other jealous guy would do.

I grabbed a random girl and started dancing with her.

I can hardly remember what the girl looked like, let alone her name. I put my hands on her hips and danced seductively with her for a while, but I felt nothing. I didn't feel the same attraction, I didn't feel the same spark whenever I looked into her eyes that were not the right shade of blue. But I couldn't just stand around and watch Serena like a fucking creep all night, I wanted her to see that I could have fun without her.

Wrong move, apparently.

I had no idea that Serena would get all mad at me. I mean, I was trying to make her a little jealous, but not with the intention of making her angry.

But when she told me she wanted to be with me, God, it was like my whole world turned upside down.

The vulnerability in her voice, the strength and courage she had to speak her feelings, I could see the nervousness in her eyes as soon as the words left her lips.

I wanted more than anything to grab her face and kiss her, kiss her senselessly until we were gasping for air. I wanted to tell her every single thing that I've been feeling since I first met her months ago.

But I just couldn't.

It wasn't about Riley anymore, I swear to God it wasn't. But my trust was so frayed by that beautiful blonde that I could no longer give it out freely. I knew that Serena would never hurt me, not intentionally. But I knew that if I gave her that little last piece of trust that I had left, if she broke it, I would be ruined. I felt more strongly for Serena than I ever did for Riley. If Serena broke my heart, I don't think I would ever be able to recover.

So I kept it locked away.

Even when the tears started streaming down her face when I didn't reply, I fought hard against my urge to kiss her fears away.

I couldn't do this with her, not yet. I just wasn't ready.

We haven't talked since that night. It's been 15 days.