I haven't seen Cole in school for the last week. A part of me felt guilty, that it's my fault. It's not though, it's his. I miss him. I'm admitting it, after everything, I still do. Pulling out my phone, I dial his number.
"Hello?" His voice answers quietly.
"Hey." I say sadly.
"I'd really like to explain." He says.
"I'd like you to." I admit.
"Will you meet me somewhere?" He asks.
"Where?" I ask back.
"The park down the street from your house." He says.
"Yeah." I sigh.
"See you." He says before hanging up.
I get dressed into a white spaghetti strap and jeans. After slipping my high tops on, I walk to the park.
When I get there Cole sits on a swing staring at me. I sit next to him in my own.
"Hey." He greets.
"Just... explain." I say.
"I didn't do it." He says.
I look over to him. Is he really trying to convince me that I'm blind?
"I saw you." I say.
"I was going to leave, I didn't want to see you." He admits.
I take a deep breath while he continues, "She blocked me so I threatened her and just as me and Oliver were about to leave she just kissed me."
"She did?" I ask.
He nods, "Yeah."
I shake my head and begin to walk, "Where're you going?"
"Home." I say.
"Why?" He asks
"Being here with you isn't the best idea, the fact that I even care about you kissing my sister is terrifying." I admit.
He nods with a sigh, "I understand."
"Thank you though. I say with a smile.
"Friends?" He asks.
"Friends." I say.
I walk back to my house in silence. Suddenly, I feel a lot better. When I get to my door, I hear my sister yelling inside. Walking in, I watch her freak out.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"None of your business." She snaps.
"Okay." I shrug and walk up to my room.
I lock the door behind me and turn off the lights. Liking to sit in the dark came naturally to me, even when it wasn't quiet. I close my eyes and lay back on my bed, it's good to be back.
Cole's P.O.V.
I wake up to my mom singing in downstairs. Getting dressed quickly, I make sure my hair is brushed. I walk out to her laughing.
"Hey." She sings.
I wave and rub my eyes, I'm tired.
"Get to school." She says.
I nod and walk out the door. My phone buzzes in my pocket, Charlie.
"Hey?" I answer.
"I need you to pick me up." She says.
"What? Why?" I ask.
"I'm already late." She says, "I need to get out of this house."
"On my way." I say, ending the call.
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More Than Emotional Support
Romance"What if I said he likes you?" He asks. "I would say it's obvious." I laugh. He places his hands on the wall, boxing me in on each side of my head. "What would you say if I told you, you looked hot tonight?" He asks. I breathe harshly while staring...
