I hope he buys you flowers, I hope he holds your hand, gives you all his hours, when he has the chance
-When I Was Your Man, Bruno Mars
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Chapter 13
Josh POV
I walked away from her, feeling different emotions course through me, yet not having the skill to distinguish them from one another.
Why had I even gone to talk to Cassie? What had come over me?
5 minutes ago
I walked into the cafeteria only to see Maria in the first five seconds. She looked so beautiful in that pink floral shirt and white skater skirt. Her gorgeous brown hair had been braided into some kind of complicated french braid, that I didn't care much for. The point was that she was there. Ten feet away from me, looking more beautiful than I had ever seen her.
Every ounce of my body wanted to be near her, and it took all of my self-control to stay where I was. I wanted to run to her, take her in my arms, and kiss her senseless. I missed her so much. My heart and body yearned for her, but I stood my ground.
My heart and body had forgiven her. They were willing to overlook every scar she had given me, but my mind wasn't. It remembered the doubts, tears, and scars she had brought.
The person next to her provided a clearer reminder of all she had done. It was Drake.
He had his arm around her, and she was leaning against, smiling as he fed her school grapes. A pang of pain shot within me as I remembered that two weeks ago, that had been me.
It was funny to think that two weeks ago, I had been happy, complete, and in the best relationship the world had ever seen. Now, I was miserable, broken, and hurt. Two years of happiness had gone down the drain in only two weeks.
The sight of what I used to have was painful, and I turned away from her and her obvious happiness.
Yet, when I turned it was like life was playing tennis with me. I only came across another scar.
Cassie.
Her light brown hair, created a curtain around her face, only parting when she looked up to take a bite of her hotdog. She was practically devouring it, and I wondered how she could look so pretty doing that.
Wait, what?
That thought surprised me. What was I doing yearning for one girl and admiring another? It was crazy for me to do so, but I couldn't help it.
The feeling of her lips on mine was burned in my mind. They had been so soft, so innocent, and inexperienced. The perfect definition of her. I still wondered what had possessed me to kiss her.
It hadn't been right of me to kiss her, especially after realizing her feelings toward me. It had been cruel, playing with her emotions like that. Yet, some part of me wasn't exactly sure, if I truly regretted doing it. It was the part of me that found myself replaying the moment over and over, when I least expected it.
The kiss had been an instinctive thing to do like saying bless you after someone sneezes.
No, that's not right.
It had been like laughter. Like breathing. It just happened without any explanation and it felt so natural. So right.
But it wasn't.
Cassandra was a human being. She was kind, and deserved to be treated with respect.
I needed to talk to her.
With that thought, I was suddenly been driven by some force to stand in front of that table. In front of her.
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