Love, Sex, Diamonds (Madison/You)

seven

"I love you." She rasped out, "I-I'm in love with you, Y/N. Please don't do this."

I stared down at her hand in mine, hearing her say the words I only dreamed about her saying, but not processing them fully. I tried to pull my hand away, knowing it wasn't actually burning, but feeling it any way. Her grip only tightened and again her pleading eyes met mine.

I should be jumping for joy, I should be dancing and singing and crying because the girl I was so head over heels for had just confessed her love to me. And yet I wasn't. All I could do was stand there, shocked, as I tried and prayed to understand.

What the FUCK was going on?

"I know I've hurt you, baby, and I know how stupid I've been to wait this long to tell you because I know you love me too." She said, stepping closer to me as the party raged on behind us. I felt my eyes start to burn and yet I had no idea why.

Here, I was standing, nose dripping blood, hand in hand with someone who had captured my heart, with tear-filled eyes, and yet I still felt none of it. Was it possible to inherit psychopathy just like that? To lose emotion in a split second? Was I in shock?

I looked down and wiped at my eyes, watching the blues and greens and purples from the party lights shine on the floor as Madison waited for me to say something. I knew exactly what to say, I had played this moment in my head millions of times before, of course not in this way. No, my fantasies and dreams of Madison telling me how she felt did not end up like this.

"You're delusional." I said quietly, and with those words I could see the pain in her hazel orbs. She tried to pull me closer to her as she shook her head, her own tears filling up her eyes.

"No, Y/N, don't do that. I want you, I want you so bad. And I see the way you look at me, and the way you tense up whenever I touch you—"

I coughed awkwardly and sniffed, continuing to wipe at my eyes so the tears wouldn't stain my cheeks.

"—and you don't think I know, but I remember that night we slept together." This took me by surprise, she nodded her head as I watched her, confused. "I remembered it the morning after, but I just tried to play it cool because I didn't think you remembered. And oh my god, Y/N no one had ever made me feel the things that you made me feel that night—"

"So I'm just a good fuck for you, is that it?" I scoffed and her eyes widened.

"No, no! Of course not. I'm right here, putting everything out for you because I can't lose you. I know I fucked up, I regretted telling Jack the second the words came out of my mouth. And I didn't tell you because I know you shut people out when they go behind your back, so please don't let this come between us. You're everything to me, and I know I'm the same for you."

She was crying now. It wasn't the hardcore sobs that were imprinted into my brain from Camila, it was a light tear-stricken cry that doesn't really affect your voice, but still makes it hard to talk.

Every time I had seen Madison cry before, it made me crumble inside. Here she was, crying over me and yet I still felt nothing.

"You're wrong, Madison. I clenched my jaw and stared at her coldly. "You're just a pretty face." She scoffed and dropped my hand, avoiding my eyes as she tried to fight the tears. She brought her hand up to her face and I breathed out before turning around and pushing into the crowd where I had last seen Lindsey.

I ignored the temptation to look back, to run back to Madison and engulf her in a hug before pressing our lips together. It wasn't hard to ignore it either being as my anger right now was numbing my nerves.