Undeniable

Chapter 2

Oh man; oh man; oh man. This was not as easy as it was in those stupid cliché movies. They make it seem so freaking easy but it’s hard! My heart started pounding loudly in my chest and I breathed deeply for a few seconds to avoid Draco hearing the abuse of my ribs.

I just stared for quite a bit at his face, trying to figure out how to start, until he quirked one eyebrow up waiting for me to speak. Here we go, Geena. You can do this.

“Draco, I want to tell you something.” Yeah that was a good start, right?

“Okayyy?” He asked extending the ‘y’ on the word.

“The problem is: I don’t know how to say it,” I said, looking down at my fingers.

“Just say whatever is on your mind.”

“Okay. So uhm- do you remember that conversation about how I liked a certain soccer player that you know better than yourself?” We texted about that weeks ago. I wanted to tell him so badly right then and there but it was the wrong moment. Plus, part of me didn’t want to do it over texting. Yet the real face-to-face thing is ten times more terrifying.

“Yeah I do! I keep wondering who it could have been.”

“It should be ‘who it is,’” I corrected him.

“What do you mean?”

“You said ‘could have’ replying past tense but- well that’s not the point! My point is: that guy that I really like is the oblivious one wondering who the hell ‘that guy’ is!” I finished.

“I’m not following,” he chuckled. Oh, that laugh. How beautiful that music is to me- I could listen to it all day. Get back to the topic! I yelled at myself.

Just say it out loud! Say it! “Draco, I like you. I have for a while now. But I’ve been too scared and the emotional toll it’s taken on my conscious is too much. I had to tell you!”

He was silent for a while. Just staring at the table space in between the two of us. I was scared. Terrified. Petrified. Minutes passed and then he finally looked at me. I honestly couldn’t decipher what he was thinking and that bothered me.

“Well, I’m glad you told me.” That was it? No, I’m sorry I don’t feel the same, or an ‘I like you, too’? I got a thank you! That’s like telling someone you hate them and them responding, 'I’m glad you told me.' It just doesn’t work like that!

“You’re glad? You don’t have anything to say after I just confessed to you?”

“I don’t like you, Geena.” And with that, he got up to walk away as my mind clouded, repeating those words over and over as if they’d change meaning.

I don’t like you.

Just my luck, huh? As if I wasn’t scared as hell to tell him I like him, I have to face the music: I have no choice with him. That was the music. I should make a dance that goes along with the lyrics ‘I don’t like you.’ I could be famous. Whichever way I looked at it, it was bad.

I just messed up a friendship by telling said friend I like him.

I shoved the weight off my shoulders of having to hide, making me selfish for wanting relief for just myself not taking into consideration how it affects others.

I pressured him for an answer which made him walk away.

And lastly, my chance is zero! I did it all for nothing! Tell me that, that doesn’t just take the freaking cake! Because it totally does, right now.