Thorns in the Heart

Cut it Out (EDIT #1)

It has been a week since I met Nick. We have spent a lot of time together. We have had lunch together and we have studied and worked on papers together. He has become a great friend of mine. It was so easy to open up to him and trust him. There have been times that we hang out and Ash tries calling or sends me multiple texts. It is getting harder to hold back the story from him. I could tell that he wants to ask about it but he doesn't. Which I am thankful for.

Right now I am with Nick at the coffee shop on campus. We have been working on this paper that is going to be due in a week.

"So what are you planning on writing about?" Nick asks me.

"I think I am going to do some research on dreams. I think they are so interesting. Is Freud or Jung right? Is each thing in your dream a symbol for something else? But there are a lot of flaws in Frued's theory because he thinks most things represent sex symbols. People tend to like Jung's theory better."

"Yeah, that's such an interesting topic. I bet you will find a lot about that."

"I know I will. What are you thinking about writing about?"

"I'm not sure, have any ideas?"

"Well you are a criminal justice major, so why don't you find something about psychology and crime," I suggest.

"Oh that is a great idea!" he says as he starts to do some research on what to talk about. While he was doing that my phone starts to ring. I looked to see who it was and no surprise it was Ash.

"Sorry, I have to answer this. I'll be right back," I say. He nods and I walk outside so it is quieter. "Hello?"

"Hey, beautiful."

"Ash, please. I told you we can't talk like this. We are not dating." I say even though I blush a little.

"I know but I can't help but miss you. You are the best thing that has happened to me. You make me feel whole. I am so happy we are talking. I have no idea where I would be if we weren't talking anymore."

"Please, this isn't easy for me and you're making it worse. I love your kind words, but I had to do what was best for me."

"I understand that you had to do what was best for you. But that doesn't make it hurt less. I have a great song for you to listen to. It's called Come Back to Me by David Cook."

"I'll have to listen later I am studying with a friend right now."

"Oh, who is it?"

"My friend Nick."

"A boy?"

"Yes, Nick is typically a boy's name."

"Why are you studying with him?"

"Because he asked me to."

"Are you dating him?"

"No! Can I not have a friend that's a guy?"

"You can, I was just curious."

"You seemed jealous."

"I wasn't," he snaps.

"Whatever, you know sometimes you're an ass. You can be really sweet sometimes but other times you just piss me off. I have to go." I say angrily as I hang up. I storm back to the table where Nick is still researching what to write about.

"Hey, have you found anything to write about?" I ask sitting down.

"I was thinking about researching why people become criminals. Is it environmental or biological?"