Laura
I stormed into my room and slammed the door shut behind me, my heart pounding in my chest. What had just happened? Jake had yelled at me… yelled like I was some annoying child. I sank down on the bed, the weight of his rejection crashing over me like a wave.
I felt cheap. Stupid, even. Why had I chased after him like that? Why did I keep pushing when he clearly didn't want me? I wiped at the tears that were already spilling down my cheeks, hating myself for letting him get to me this way. It was one thing to have a connection with someone, to feel something unexpected, but it was another to shove myself in his face, desperate for answers I probably didn't want to hear.
He doesn't want you. He regrets that night. The words kept echoing in my head, louder and louder until they were all I could hear.
