Nickolas's point of view
My chest stung as I saw her walk out of the diner. Please come back. Please don't leave. I looked away from Hal and groaned as I ran my hand through my hair. I was no longer hungry.
I turned to Mitchell whom was exchanging glances with his girlfriend. She nodded, "Babe, I'll wait for you back at your apartment."
"I'll be there soon, just give me a moment to talk to Nickolas." Mitchell said quietly.
"Can you sit down, please?" He asked me quietly as soon as his girlfriend was out of hearing range.
I tightened my jaw but reluctantly sat down.
"That wasn't cool, man," he sighed as he rubbed his temple.
"What wasn't cool? The fact that she doesn't want to be my friend because I developed feelings for her? Or the fact she left the diner instead of fixing the issue." I rolled my eyes as I tried to hide how hurt I really was.
"What are you talking about?" He asked as he furrowed his eyebrows.
"The whole reason her and I argued was because I have feelings for her and she doesn't have feelings for me. She knows I like her and she doesn't want to be my friend because of it."
His eyes widened, "You can't be more wrong, bro. She has been a mess since the day she found out that you didn't have feelings for her. She is the one that has feelings for you."
I furrowed my eyebrows, "No, you're wrong."
"How long ago did you have the argument with her?" He asked me.
"Just a few days ago, I think." I shook my head. All the days seemed to mesh together.
"Why did you guys argue?" He asked.
"Because she was supposed to come over to my place and she never did. Since she never cancels on me, I thought something had happened to her so I went to her house the next day worried as hell. And uh- one thing led to another and we just argued I guess." I replied.
He nodded once, "She did go over to the apartment."
I shook my head in disbelief, "Then why didn't she knock on my door?"
"Because she was hurt. I guess she didn't want you to see her cry so she decided to take a taxi back home." He explained.
I raised my eyebrow.
"Do you wanna know how I met her?" He asked me as he put his fork down.
I remained silent but I nodded.
"I was coming home from work, and I saw her crying. She was upset because her so called best friend was talking on the phone and saying that if she didn't feel the same way he did, she thought she ruined the friendship."
My eyes widened in realization that she had misinterpreted the conversation, "The reason I said that was because I love her and I would be embarrassed if she didn't feel the same way." I groaned in frustration.
Mitchell furrowed his eyebrows, "She didn't take it that way. She thought that you would be the one to break the friendship because she thought that you had found out that she liked you. But hold up, you do like her?"
"Of course I do- hell, it's been torture not being able to speak with her. All this tension is not letting me sleep." I rubbed the back of my neck. Then I realized something, "Wait, so she likes me?"
"Yeah, she does. I think it's been hell for her too." He sighed, "And no offense bro, but the way you acted towards her just a moment ago made her believe that she was right. You were kinda rude to her. You don't realize how upset she has been."
