Unlikely Combination

Sorry is Never Good Enough

Ella's POV

I thought the agony would end when school started back. I was wrong. Brooklyn told me to meet her in the bathroom of our hallway. Drama class ended and I bolted out. She was there when I entered.

Staring at her expression I could tell this wouldn't be good. Her makeup seemed on point, but further examination of her face told me that I was wrong. She wasn't wearing any makeup. That was very unlike Brooklyn she always wore makeup in public, and I could have sworn that she was wearing it earlier.

For a split second everything went pitch black. Did I blink? Did the lights go off? Or was I going crazy? Probably nerves. My heart pounded and I was worried that it would burst out of my chest. She just stood there. I just stood there. Neither of us talked until I couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Why did you ask me here?" I blurted out. My face was getting redder; I could feel it.

"You know why." She looked away from me. In all honesty I wanted to walk up to her and kiss her. I wanted to express my feelings, cry, scream, and kiss her all at once. I tried my hardest not to though.

"Well, if you aren't going to say anything then I'm leaving." I waited a second for her response. Nothing, an all too familiar silence. "Fine," I said, "I'll just be going now." I turned to grab my backpack.

"Wait," she pleaded. "Just give me a second to talk."

"We've been here for..." I paused and looked at the time on my phone. "Thirteen minutes. I have given you thirteen minutes and now you want to talk."

"Yes. When I walked away from you, at the party, I didn't know how much it would hurt. Not just you, but it hurt be too. I knew that you were being truthful and I just wanted to say that I'm sorry."

I blinked back a few tears, then managed to say, "Imagine this: you finally gather up the courage to do something you never thought possible, but you did it. For example, you are terrified of heights, and you finally decide to go on a plane. Then the plane crashes. That doesn't even begin to describe how I felt. You think I'm going to forgive you because of a simple 'I'm sorry'- I never should have come here."

Brooklyn's POV

Why did I ask her to meet me here? I don't know. I just wanted to apologize.

Did I expect her to forgive me? No, not really, but I also didn't expect that reaction.

How does she feel towards me? She has a crush on me, but not like the this-person-is-cute kind of crush. It's more of a I-think-I-love-them kind of crush. Is it even a crush at that point?

How do you feel about her? I like her; Ella is my best friend. We've known each other since 3rd grade.

Brooklyn, do you feel the same way towards Ella that Ella feels towards you? I don't know. That's my problem.

I should have known she would never accept a simple 'sorry'. I hurt her and this is how I try to fix it. I don't know if I feel the same way towards Ella as Ella feels towards me. I don't even know my own feelings. Suddenly, I realize that Ella was only a few inches from me.

"Brook? Brooklyn? Are you there?" She asked.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine." I zoned out. I was in my own little world for a minute there.

"Don't do that to me! You just started staring at the ground. What was that all about?"

"I... just um... zoned out. Sorry." I stepped back a bit so we weren't as close.

Ella sighed a relieved sigh. "Well, I've got to be getting home." She turned around and started to leave before stoping and saying, "I'm sorry."