Tell me you love me

Chapter 19

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Chapter 19

“Let me in Amy!”

“No”

“Please?”

“Nope”

“Pretty please?”

“Adding an adjective is not going to change my mind Jacob”

“What’s an adjective?”

An exhausted sigh left my lips as I glared at my door, knowing very well who stood behind out, annoying the hell out of me.

“Ask you’re teacher at school” I muttered, lying back on my bed, staring at the roof. Dad had painted it a foul yellow a few years ago but I’d grown to like the colour, with it often reminding me of the sun.

There was silence for a few minutes and I’d come to the conclusion the child had left, probably from boredom. After all, he only annoyed me for entertainment.

Jacob had been pestering me for the past couple hours. In fact ever since I’d gotten off the Ferris Wheel he wouldn’t shut up about wanting to talk to me.

But we’d left the park in quite a hast, since the twins were feeling sick after being on the Ferris Wheel and while I wondered why their stomachs were so weak, I didn’t care to argue, since I needed to lie down.

A frown was on my face without my own realization. It hurt my head to contort my face like I was doing, but I couldn’t help it.

I walked over to the mirror hanging above my desk and the frown deepened at the sight of me.

My hair was an absolute mess, tangled knots falling against my shoulders and there seemed to be a party on inviting all the split ends in the world to come along. Dark circles hung to the bottom of my eyes, which were clouded over and tired looking. I led my fingers to trace across the cracks that had appeared on my lips. I supposed that’s what I got for not drinking any water while I was out.

But my fingers didn’t move from my mouth, as if trying to remind me of what had happened. I sighed to myself, knowing there was no need, since I was in no way going to forget what had happened.

I wondered how Nate felt. He’d practically declared his love for me, then gone on to stay silent during the car trip home. I assured myself he was just giving me space, not regretting what he did.

But it confused me even more that I was worried he’d regret it. Pain shot through my chest at the thought. It didn’t make sense though for him to do that. It would make sense for me to regret it.

In fact I was already punishing myself for the kiss. It wasn’t like the movies or the books, I didn’t immediately say ‘I love you too’ back to Nate. And I knew that must have hurt him. It would’ve hurt me. Instead it had left my heart aching, as if it had been broken.

How was that possible? Why did I feel as though I’d been rejected when he’d so plainly done the exact opposite? Was I mad at my reaction? Or upset since I didn’t know how I felt?

“I’m such an idoit!” I moaned as I collapsed into my desk chair, sinking my head down onto the table.

There was a loud crinkling noise and I flinched.