Jake Paul Imagines

Let Me Finish

"He's stupid for thinking she's better than you okay? He's my best-mate, but you aren't a patch on Erika." Kade smiled as we walked down the hallway. "Thankyou." I smiled back.

We all stood around in the hallway and I felt sick. Jake and Erika were all over each other. The bell rang and I wiped the falling tears off my face. Everyone walked away except Jake. "Hey what's up?"

Just the sound of his voice sent chills through my body and made my eyes gush.

"Go away." I muttered. "I said what's up?" Jake repeated. "Fine- I'm sick of missing you, sick of being heartbroken, sick of wishing everything would end, sick of crying, sick of life in general. So that's what's up." I said slamming my locker. "I'm sorry." He said. "Stop." I muttered. "No, I've started so let me finish..." he shouted. I didn't turn around, but I froze in my steps. "You, think you're less than everyone else, because you weigh a bit more than the girls here. You think that because you have flaws you're some kind of mistake. You think you're worthless and that's not true. You mean so much that watching you hurt yourself with your own thoughts is painful to watch. And yes, I love her. I love her more than anything and I'm sorry that I'm the cause of your pain. I really am." His voice became softer at the end.

Slowly, I looked over my shoulder. "I'm sorry too, I'm sorry that you stopped loving me for no reason." I walked away, not even glancing back.