The Devil's Trap

Chapter 4: Confessions

You know, writing about this event makes me feel as though I am reliving it. It's hard and can cause me to feel sad a times, but it helps me remind myself of what I can overcome. Anyway, thanks for reading another chapter. (^ v ^)

More weeks pass by and he tells Kassandra and I that he has feelings for the true girl in the group. That, since he never liked Amaya, the girl he really had feelings for was always on his mind. That he felt the urge to confess to them right away, but was too nervous to do anything.

Once again, he needed advice. But not only from me. He also wanted advice from Kassandra.

The way he described the girl he liked was more than just simple words can explain. He was really hoping to have a chance with the mysterious girl in the group. I, once again, thought that the girl he had feelings for was Kassandra. My cousin, Rose, had a different opinion than mine.

Rose declared that he had feelings for me.

I am not going to lie and say that I did not think of the possibility, but I did not wish to assume such things. I saw that Kassandra's feelings were still there for him and I didn't want to put down any of her hopes for what the outcome could be.

Then came that day. Kassandra texted me as I was in my kitchen and told me that he just told her that he did have feelings for me. That I was the girl he truly liked and who he truly wanted to be with. I didn't want to believe it, but if I were to be honest, I wasn't as shocked as I wanted to play off. If anything, I felt more sorrow for Kassandra.

When the school days went by, he told Kassandra that he was going to confess to me. I still had to act as if I didn't know anything, but I was nervous and felt horrible for the future action of rejecting him. I did not see him as anything more than a friend, but I knew I had to hear him out and listen to his feelings for me. I knew that I needed to still be a good friend to him.

He called my phone and told me to meet him uphill by a bench that was next to a classroom. Following his instructions, I went to go find him and when we spotted each other, my nerves became a mess and fear overtook my emotions.

It wasn't until I saw Jeremiah nearby, did I finally calm down and immediately walk towards Jeremiah and not him. Jeremiah made my heart skip a few beats and I knew that I didn't want to leave his side.

I really didn't want to leave Jeremiah's side.

But in the end, he gave Jeremiah a stern look and took me somewhere private in order to confess to me. He was quiet as he spoke; a low tone and slow words.

He told me that he liked me for a long time and that even though he knew I was going on dates with Aristotle, who was his friend, he still felt the need to express his feelings for me. That even though he knew I was going through a lot with my personal life, he still wanted to tell me.

I couldn't think of the right words and how exactly I wanted to let him down, but I only found the strength to ask him how long exactly did he like me.

He was silent. He looked down at the floor and looked as if he was debating on his words. That he didn't know what the correct thing to be said was. It was as if he wanted to say words that only pleased me, not words that were the truth.