Charlie's P.O.V.
"Cole." I repeat.
He turns to me quickly, "Is that what you thought all along?"
"I-"
"You know what?" He interrupts, "I wasted my time."
"Don't say that." I plead.
"Tyler can keep you." He spits.
"Cole, I didn't say it like that." I say. "
Really? I heard that I'm using you." He asks sarcastically.
"Cole-"
"Bye." He ignores me and gets into the car.
I watch him drive away as tears fall down my cheeks. Closing my eyes, I go back inside and stomp up to my room. My "dad" Will be gone by tomorrow morning, he always is.
Cole's P.O.V.
"Dude, I've wasted this whole experience." I rant to Oliver.
"No you didn't, you're going to get through this." He says.
"I gave up my feelings and friend slots to be what? misunderstood?" I ask frustratedly.
"Cole, just go home and get some sleep." He says.
I stand while nodding, I give him a rough hug before walking out.
When I get into my room I lay in bed and close my eyes. There's a knock on the door, I sit up and wait for it to open.
"Hon." My mom's voice get's closer.
"What?" I ask.
"What's wrong?" She asks, sitting by my feet.
"I'm not five, you can go." I say.
"Is it that girl?" She asks.
"Hm?" I ask, snapping to her.
"You sneak out, get into fights and now you're mad." She explains, "I know it's a girl."
"I did all of those things before." I shrug.
"Not as much and you just admitted." She laughs.
"She believes I've been using her or I will." I say quietly.
"Can I meet her?" She asks.
"I don't think so." I say.
"Get some sleep, it'll all be okay." She stands.
I nod, not believing her one bit. I hate how positive she was all of the time. Closing my eyes again, I fall asleep.
Charlie's P.O.V.
I haven't slept all night and the sun is rising now. Cole being there wasn't supposed to happen. I hate my father so much! I scream into my pillow, releasing some of my anger. I look into my mirror when the tears begin to fall again.
How can I still cry when I have been all night?
My phone buzzes.
Oliver - You should talk to Cole.
Me - I can't, he won't listen.
Oliver - No matter how mad he is.
Oliver - He likes you and I have faith.
Me - You're a great friend.
Oliver - I know, you're not.
Me - Gee thanks.
Oliver - You're better as his crush.
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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...
