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14 - dinner ( part 3 )

it's quiet for a second.

"what do you want?" i say.

"i'm sorry." he apologises. "i've been a dickhead and you didn't deserve it."

i avoid eye contact. "i didn't deserve it and i didn't do anything to
deserve it."

"i just- i feel like i can't hang out with you without feeling like something is missing." he explains.

i look at him. "why?!"

"because you don't deserve me. you are way out of my league."

"who says i want to date you?!" i snap.

there's a small silence.

"why did you get a girlfriend anyway? and why emily? out of all the girls in the world you chose the worst one. you're not even inlove with eachother for fucks sake!" i tell him.

"i- she's not my girlfriend." he says. "we just are-"

"make out buddies?" i say interrupting him.

"no." he says. "it's just felt weird hanging out with you."

"why is it weird?!"

"because.. never mind it's stupid." he cuts himself off.

"no, you're gonna tell me. i'm the last person to judge you brandon and you know that."

"i just don't think we can be friends." he says suddenly.

"okay." i say more like a whisper and i actually felt upset. "if that's what you want."

"i want to be maybe something more than friends." he says nervously.

i'm shocked. he can't be serious!

"so why did you ignore me and act like the biggest asshole to me?!" i say.

"like i said before.. you don't deserve me." he says.

"so why do you wanna be more than friends?" i ask. "i know for a fact that you're dating emily even though you won't admit it-" i rant but i'm interrupted by brandon's lips on mine.

i feel like i can't pull away. is that weird? brandon pulls away. "emily isn't my girlfriend." he says. "that's the last time i'll say it do you understand me?"

that was hot.

"yes." i say.

"yes what?!" he asks.

"yes i understand you."

i look into his eyes. should i forgive him? he was being such an asshole for no reason.

"i still don't forgive you." i say closing my eyes and crossing my arms.

"ella why do you have to be so stubborn?! i said i was sorry!" he asks.

"well.. you can't just be a total dickhead to someone and then say sorry and expect them to forgive you just like it never happened." i explain.

"what can i do to make it up to you?"

i shrug my shoulders. "i don't know."

"ask emily." i say, pat his shoulder and walk back outside.