I Hate Love

5

"Hey, so do want something to drink or something?" asked Blake's voice in the distance. I quickly took a couple step over the the corner of his room opposite the closet and stood there casually.

"Um, can I have a glass of water?" I nicely asked, stalling him. He nodded and left in the direction of the staircase. I looked down the hall and saw him walk down the steps.

I took my phone out to call Jet. He finally answered on the fourth call. Not ring, call.

"What?" he asked, obviously p*ssed.

"Do you remember when we were five and my dad took both of us to that huge business party?"

"The one at the big *ss house?"

"Yeah and do you know Blake Dean?"

"Yeah I get wasted at parties with him every week!"

"WHAT?!?! Since when?!"

"Since I started dating Sarin. She and I are a part of his group now."

Ugh. Figures.

"Well do you remember the nerd in the blue shirt at that party when we were five?"

"Yeah. Fugly Urkle McNerdypants?"

"Yeah well McNerdypants turns out to be Blake!"

"Look, Ketley I really don't have time for this right now I'm doing something with Sarin."

I heard her giggle in the background. I heard some rustling and a moan. I scrunched my nose in realization.

"I really need to go right now Ketley. Bye." Jet always used to call me Ketty. Why is he calling me Ketley now? Wtf?

"Jet don't hang up I really need to--"

The line went dead.

I turned around and groaned in frustration. I saw Blake.

"Um how long have you been standing there?" I asked him.

"Don't worry. It's cool. I'm not mad at you or anything. But it kinda makes me happy that you could've remembered me for all that time," he smiled.

I took a step back. This is not Blake. This the Blake that appears only around adults to suck up to them. This Blake is unstable and untrustworthy.

*two hours later*

"It's just so sad!" I sobbed. "Life's just not fair!"

I have basically just told Blake my entire life's story. I don't know how, I don't know why, but now that I've let it all out, I feel SO much better. It feels like a weight has suddenly been lifted.

"It's ok," he said nicely, patting my back. "If he doesn't see how amazing you are, it's his loss," he quoted one of the most cliche lines in history.

He's surprisingly a lot nicer than I expected. Well of course he was never brutally mean to me, but he was much more annoying.

"I just wish that he could see how much I like him. I wish that I could stop loving him!"

"You can't control your feelings. I know what it's like."

"Yeah right," I sniffled, looking at him.

"It true! I've like so many girls who don't like me back. They even went out with my best friends when they knew that I liked them."

"You mean wanted to lay them."

"Hey! I can like a girl! Besides, I'm still a virgin!"

His eyes went wide as soon as he said that as did mine.

"What?!" I screamed.

He covered his mouth with both of his hands.

"Nothing!" he said.

"Man whore is a virgin?!"

"Don't tell anybody! I have a reputation!"

"Yeah as the school jerk! Why would you want to be that?!"

He sighed. "It's either that...or I'm back to being McNerdypants."

I just stared at him.

"Sorry. Back to your story," he said.

"You know I like you better like this this rather than Mr. Slutty, right? And I'm sure tons of other people would too."

He snorted. "Yeah right."

"If everyone else doesn't see how amazing you are, it's their loss," I said, using his own words against him.

He narrowed his eyes at me. I shoved his face away.

"Do you feel better now?" he asked.

"...Yeah," I said. "Surprisingly, I do."

My phone vibrated, signaling a text.

Mom: Come home. Party's in half an hour.

"Oh sh*t! We need to get home! where's your homework?!"

"Oh I made that up. I figured that I could get you to offer to help me and then I can figure out WHY THE HELL DID YOU KICK MY BALLS?!"

"I actually kneed them."

"Whoa! Pervert! Why do you need my balls?!"

"Kneed! With a 'k'?"

"Oh!"

"And I was going to apologize."

"When? Next year?!"

"Next year is actually only a week away."

He gave me an angry look.

"Aw. I'm sorry for kneeing your nuts." I gave him a hug.

"Ok," he said peppily. "But why did you even knee them in the first place?"

"Well, if I recall correctly, you were being an annoying jerk. What I did was mere self defense."

"Whatever," he murmured.

"Anyways, let's go. The party starts in an hour and Jet'll be there!"

"Ok," he got up and led me out to his car.

We drove home in normal silence and arrived home in only a matter of minutes.

Blake helped me decorate everything until the first person came.

The doorbell rang. I opened it, hoping to see Jet.

Ziven.

When can I get over the disappointment of seeing him instead of Jet. I mean, of course I love Ziven, but I really wish that it was Jet.

We went through all the greetings and more and more of my parent's and my friends started to pile in. Garrett isn't here though. He's busy.

It's already late and people started to leave. I finally gave up all hope that Jet would come. It's finally 2 a.m. and Jet finally had the courtesy to text me.

Jet: hey srry i didnt come was with Sarin and her famly

A tear escaped my eye. I wasn't worried about anyone seeing me because the only people left were Ziven and Blake who were helping my parents clean up in the other room.

I ran to my room and softly shut the door.

I don't even understand why I'm crying. He's just a boy and he just didn't come. I just guess that it feels like he's choosing Sarin over me. Well obviously he made his choice pretty clear a long time ago, but it really stung that he thinks that Sarin's way more important than me.

It's time that I got over Jet. I don't need him. Right downstairs, I have two guys that actually do care about me. Though I've only known them for a while now, I know it in my heart that they'll be much better friends than Jet ever was or ever will be.