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// hah sike. it'll be a lil longer. hehe enjoy //

joeys pov

i was sitting on the couch when sam and tayler got home.

"joe, are you okay?" tayler asks me.

"no, i hate how she acted like she liked me and then went off with that dipshit," i say.

"well joey, you weren't always the kindest to her," tayler said.

"but tayler. i told her how i felt and she completely ignored my fucking feelings. how could she just do that?" i say.

"i have a lot of questions about how girls do a lot of things man, i couldn't tell ya," he says and pats my back.

tayler walks away and i'm left to sit on the couch with my broken heart.

taylers pov

i leave joey in the living room. i feel horrible. anna really just had to fuck with him like that. i mean i understand that he was an asshole in the beginning, but he was really starting to try and show her how he felt and she just fucked him over like that.

i walk into sams room. he's playing video games;

"sam," i say.

he pauses the game, "what's up?"

"when anna gets home you need to talk to her about what she did to joey."

"why me?" he asks.

"because out of you nd me, you're closer to her and well we both know joey isn't going to do shit about the situation. he's just going to beat himself up over it," i tell him.

"okay, yeah, i'll talk to anna," sam says and i nod.

"okay thank you," i say and leave his room.

i do hope anna and joey end up working out in the end.

anna's pov

dylan took me out to diner at an old vintage type restaurant. it was really cute actually.

we are diner and talked a lot.

he would look at me every once in a while and i'd smile.

"hey anna," he says.

"what's up dyl?"

"okay i know this is one date and we met like two days ago, but i feel a really strong connection with you and i don't want to end up losing you to anyone else, so, will you do the honor and be my girlfriend?"

i look at him in shock. did he really just ask me to be his girlfriend? what the-

"anna?" he says.

i look at him and smile, "yes of course," i say and he smiles back.

"perfect," he says and continues eating.

he moved kind of fast there. i hope the rest of the relationship won't move too fast. i really like to keep things slow and steady, because that wins the race in the end.

dylan and i finished diner and he drove me home. we said goodnight and he kissed me before leaving my front step.

"that was fast."

it was sam.

"hey there," i say and smile.

he doesn't smile back.

"what's wrong?" i ask.

"can we talk? like a serious talk?" he asks and my smile fades away.

"uh. sure," i say and take my shoes off.

"okay. are you and dylan dating?" he asks.

"yes."

"do you have feelings for joey?"

i look at him, "what?"

"do you have feelings for joey?" he asks again.

"for a friendship, yeah, why?"

"you're lying," he says.

"why would you think i'm lying?" i ask.

"because i know you're lying. do you like dylan?"

"yes, he's my boyfriend," i say.

"do you like him only because he's your boyfriend? or do you actually have feelings for him?"

i look at him. why is he asking me all these questions.

"that's what i though," sam says.

"what- what do you mean?"

"you only like him because he's titled as your boyfriend. he's moving too fast for your feelings to catch up to you so you don't know how to feel. you're stuck between choosing him and joey and you're choosing the wrong person. anna you're going to end up getting hurt in the end. you're hurting joey. you're hurting us all," he says.

"you guys are pathetic. seriously? are you really trying to guilt me into saying that i like joey? it's not going to work because i don't like him that way. you guys seriously just want to sabotage my relationship."

"anna that's not at all what i'm doing. you're hurting joey, don't you care about that?" sam asks me.

"joey wants to fucking ruin my happiness. does HE not care that i'm happy?"

"anna, you're not getting what i'm saying. joey is happy for you. he wants you to be happy, but he wants you happy with him."

"exactly. HIM. it's always about him. cant i play the game of life and see where i end?" i ask.

"anna. life isn't a game, you can't just pick and choose what you want and what you want to do. seriously anna you need to think about what you're doing before you ruin something special," sam says and walks away.

the hell does he mean something special?

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