Too Much Clickbait - Sequel to Clickbait

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Heath's P.O.V
I had heard rustling in Katie's room, which I knew was her getting dressed. I had slipped a note under her door with a simple 'I'm sorry' with a hand drawn, quite poorly might I add, picture of an elephant.
"You need to be like an elephant." Katie laughed, sitting passenger in Big Red. She leaned her feet on the dash, an arm out the window to catch the breeze. I smiled to myself admiring how nice her legs looked in her shorts as she reprimanded me the best she could. "You have the memory of a guppy. Don't be sorry, just be an elephant."
"Can't I be both?" I raised an eyebrow as I pulled into the aquarium from our first real date. Katie sat up straight before squeezing, leaning over, and kissing my cheek.
I got the letter a moment later as I was walking away to my room, nearly starting a fire from being shoved so forcefully underneath the door. I began to feel uneasy as I read in Katie's scribbly handwriting what she had wrote. "'Elephants are endangered and you're more like a water buffalo.' Was that a fat joke, you fucking bitch?" I could hear Katie trying not to laugh before swinging the door open. Her cheeks were stained with tears and I realized that what I did wasn't going to simply be forgiven.
"You can't say you want me and than throw me out like a napkin." Katie spoke in a light, shakey, voice. "I'm trying hard to be mad at you because... Because I should be mad at you. And I don't really know why I'm not. But I... I'm shit, but I don't deserve that."
"Katie, I swear-"
"I need time." Katie shook her head, brushing past me. She began walking to the front door when I closed it on her, forcing her to look up at me. Her bottom lip shook when she spoke. "I need you to let me know what you actually want from me. I'm not going to be your personal yo-yo."
"I want you." I said quickly.
Katie scoffed, holding the golden doorknob tightly in her hand. "You don't want me. You just don't want anyone to know about this little hiccup." I stayed silent, always being surprised by how well she can read me through my bullshit. "Don't worry. I won't say shit to a single soul."

*****

     I spent the next day lying and trying to hide what Katie and I did like we had been covering a murder. I was currently headed to the hotel room to change for the night as we had all been given tickets to head to Universal Studios for the night. Zane was on my bed, watching a video on Twitter on his phone and laughing. He must have saw my face as I buttoned up my white, short-sleeved, collared shirt. "You need to see this shit. It's a- Yo, what's with you?"
     "What do you mean?" I said quickly, looking like a deer in the headlights. Zane stared at me until I answered his question properly. "I slept with Katie and than regretted it and made her feel like shit and than she knew I didn't want her to tell anyone which made her feel even worse and I think I fucked everything up with her and we are back at square one."
     "I have never heard you speak that fast in one breath, wow." I frowned, putting on my black, ripped jeans as he spoke. "You need to relax, I was kidding. Did you... Did you really?"
Zane sat up on the edge of the bed as I spoke. "Yeah... Yeah, man. And like... It was the best we ever had." I laughed at the irony and Zane looked at me with a pained expression. "I fucking couldn't believe it, like... But I felt bad immediately because it was literally just the heat of the moment. That's it."
"You sure about that?" I stopped mid sentence to stare at him. Zane sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm not trying to dig, dude, but to me... I think you just don't want to get involved and get fucked over again."
"You're right. You shouldn't dig." I frowned, storming off to the bathroom to do my hair.
     I continued to do my hair while Zane spoke. "Listen man, I know you don't want to hear it, but... Amber is already moving on. It's been over a month and a half. What are you supposed to do? Whine and complain for another six months?" I stopped brushing my hair and proceeded to listen to him as I looked myself over in the mirror. "Amber found a guy that looks like he was photoshopped. She's happy, dude. Fucking thrilled. Why cant you just let yourself move on?"
     I frowned, thinking of the photos on her new Instagram she had posted. I was happy for her, truly, she deserves the world. I just wish I was a part of it. Zane sighed, leaning a hand on the doorframe as he continued to speak in a softer tone. "Look, dude... I really think that you should go for her. I know I'm probably the last person you want to listen to about this, about her... But when we were together... She wasn't there. Like physically, she was here. But the only time she spoke... It was about you. How she missed you, how she loved you, how she hoped you were okay... You, you, you. And sure, we talked about other things, but everything came back to you." I opened the door to look at Zane's pleading expression. "Please. Fix shit with her... For good. Or just go your separate ways. But don't just keep playing this cat and mouse bullshit. Y'all don't deserve it."