Trust me?

"I care about you," I settled on confidently, my only focus being on how close she is to that fucking edge, "I really care about you,"

"But you love her," she understood, heartbreak evident in her voice,

I looked up from my feet and into her eyes. I can not lie to her now. I owe her more than that. But then lying can protect her, and seeing the state she was in, lying maybe the best option. However, all I had done was lie to people. Lying is what got me here in the first place, and how could I possibly lie about something like this.

So I simply nodded my head.

She inhaled sharply as tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, her head shaking, not wanting to believe it. She took a step backwards.

She took a step too far.

How did I end up in this mess? Well, I'll have to take you back twelve weeks and three days ago. That may not sound like a long time but a lot can happen in 3 months, especially while you're in high school.