Hailey's point of view
I looked at my phone, wishing for him to call me and tell me that we were okay. But, it didn't happen. Why did we fight? Why did it make him uncomfortable with the fact that I like him? Why does he not like me back? Sheri was right- Nickolas did not like me. I clenched my jaw in frustration. I love him; but, I'd rather have him as a friend if it meant having him in my life. Why am I so stupid!? My chest tightened as I thought about him, I wanted to be with him. I hated that he didn't feel the same way. I blinked a few times to avoid the tears from spilling. I hated myself for any action that made him realize that I liked him.
I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and looked for the left over pizza that I had- only to find the container empty with a 'Sorry, got hungry' post it note at the bottom of the box. I huffed and rolled my eyes, "You could have at least thrown the box away, Jack." I shouted up the stairs to him. That was my pizza!
I heard a distinct laugh and then something that sounded like an apology. Why are you apologizing? We both know you'll do it again next time.
I rolled my eyes again and threw the box away. I was upset I didn't have any more pizza, and upset that Nick knows that I like him. I didn't know whether to feel embarrassed, upset, or hateful. I thought he would have at least let me down easy if he knew, not go on to tell his friends that him and I would never work out and we wouldn't be able to stay friends if I thought differently.
I was startled by Jackson's sudden presence as I jumped back a little, "What?" I said a little too bitterly.
"I was gonna ask of you wanted yogurt and raspberries." He said quietly, I could tell that he felt sorry for me.
I frowned, "I'm sorry, Jack. I- I just" I stopped, not knowing how to put my feelings into words.
"You'll be okay. I'm sure of it. Nickolas will come around soon. You two are best friends. Inseparable, honestly." He smiled weakly, "I'm also sorry for eating your pizza."
I nodded and smiled weakly, "It's okay. And, I hope you're right."
"I always am," He smiled as he playfully punched my arm, "Just like the fact that I knew you liked him long before you knew you liked him."
I rolled my eyes and blushed.
"Seriously, something doesn't add up. The way he acts around you and all- I could have sworn he likes you too." He said quietly as he scratched the side of his neck.
I looked up at him, "If that were the case, he would have told me. He clearly doesn't like me back." It hurt saying that again.
He ruffled my hair up, "You're so naive."
"You're a hopeless romantic. You see love where there isn't." I stated bluntly, "If he really liked me he would have told me. This whole issue is because him and I think differently."
"How did he find out you liked him?" He asked, "You don't think Sheri told him, do you?"
I shrugged, hatred towards myself bubbled within me, "Can we please stop talking about it? It will only get me upset all over again. I just want to forget this."
"Done," he smiled sadly, "So, will you take up the offer on yogurt?"
"Can you bring it to me please?" I asked, I had no desire to leave the house. I just wanted to stay in doors and wallow in my own tears.
"Yeah, I'll be back soon." He said as he ruffled my hair and took the car keys out of his pocket and walked out of the door.
As soon as he walked out of the door I let my smile fade and my shoulders sagged.
