came into my view, blocking the TV.
"You're in my way." I told her.
She put her hands on her hips, not budging.
"You're an absolute jerk, you know that?" She yelled, her voice booming.
"What?"
"What did you do to her?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked, not knowing what she was talking about.
"Maria was going to tell you that I approved of you two dating, but I caught her in the bathroom crying."
Why would Maria be crying?
Laura resumed. "She kept going on about your kisses, and how you hadn't really changed at all. And how you apparently had moved on from her."
No. I shook my head, wanting it to not be true.
Maria had found out about Cynthia and I.
The small noises...
The flash of brown hair...
The running person...
It must've been Maria.
Chapter 14: Moving On
Maria's POV
I went home that day, my face streamed with tears. I dropped my things at the front door and went into my room, hoping to calm myself down.
It didn't help.
I walked to my dresser, where there was a picture of Jake and I. We were in my back yard, his arm around my waist, fireflies lighting up the night. We were both smiling, clearly enjoying each other's company. I turned the frame face down, not wanting to see it.
All memories of him were going to be blocked from my mind. All remnants of him, erased. Thoughts, evaporated. Pictures, gone. He would simply be no more.
If someone asked me if I knew Jake Miller, I'd say, "Jake Miller? Who's that?"
For he would no longer be a part of my life, that was for sure.
He really hadn't changed at all. He used girls, just to get that rush. The feeling of power over females. And it sickened me that I had been easily played by him. The warnings were all there, I had just refused to acknowledge them.
So if he apologized, I sure as heck wouldn't forgive him. Not for all the money, peace, or love in the world.
Not for anything.
Jake's POV
I took a shaky breath.
I was probably wiped from Maria's life now. She had seen me in a time of desperation. Need. And in that time of weakness, I had resulted in hurting Maria in the process. She had seen me kiss my ex-girlfriend. An ex-girlfriend who was so shallow, I couldn't believe I had gone out with her in the first place.
Cynthia didn't deserve my love.
But Maria did. My good love. My I-love-you-with-all-my-heart, kinda love. Not that fake stuff where I dumped girls like yesterday's trash. No. The kind of love where I vowed to keep them safe, and content.
So I felt so bad sitting there, taking in the news, it felt like earlier remarks to Cynthia didn't even happen. I felt horrible. Awful. Disgusting. I felt sickened by my actions!
How could I have sunken to that low of a level?
What kind of person was I?
Obviously someone who liked to mess with people's hearts.
And so I would apologize, no matter how much good it did. If it ruined us even more, so be it. I just had to apologize so I knew that I tried.
And so I drove over to Maria's.
I knocked on her front door, her mother answering the door. She smiled at me kindly.
"I need to speak with Maria."
"Yes, she's in her room."
I nodded my thanks and ascended the stairs. Her room was right at the top, the first door. I stood before it, my heart thumping. My fist fell upon the door, earning a knocking sound.
No response.
I glanced at the floor, wondering if I should still enter. Would that make her hate me even more? I was the last person she wanted to see right now.
I swallowed my fears and pushed the barrier open.
She was standing by her dresser, weeping soundlessly.
"Maria," I whispered, still standing by the door.
She turned her head away icily.
"I'm sorry, Maria. You don't know how sorry I am. I'm sorry you saw Cynthia and me. I really didn't want you to find out. It was a time of weakness and
"You're in my way." I told her.
She put her hands on her hips, not budging.
"You're an absolute jerk, you know that?" She yelled, her voice booming.
"What?"
"What did you do to her?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked, not knowing what she was talking about.
"Maria was going to tell you that I approved of you two dating, but I caught her in the bathroom crying."
Why would Maria be crying?
Laura resumed. "She kept going on about your kisses, and how you hadn't really changed at all. And how you apparently had moved on from her."
No. I shook my head, wanting it to not be true.
Maria had found out about Cynthia and I.
The small noises...
The flash of brown hair...
The running person...
It must've been Maria.
Chapter 14: Moving On
Maria's POV
I went home that day, my face streamed with tears. I dropped my things at the front door and went into my room, hoping to calm myself down.
It didn't help.
I walked to my dresser, where there was a picture of Jake and I. We were in my back yard, his arm around my waist, fireflies lighting up the night. We were both smiling, clearly enjoying each other's company. I turned the frame face down, not wanting to see it.
All memories of him were going to be blocked from my mind. All remnants of him, erased. Thoughts, evaporated. Pictures, gone. He would simply be no more.
If someone asked me if I knew Jake Miller, I'd say, "Jake Miller? Who's that?"
For he would no longer be a part of my life, that was for sure.
He really hadn't changed at all. He used girls, just to get that rush. The feeling of power over females. And it sickened me that I had been easily played by him. The warnings were all there, I had just refused to acknowledge them.
So if he apologized, I sure as heck wouldn't forgive him. Not for all the money, peace, or love in the world.
Not for anything.
Jake's POV
I took a shaky breath.
I was probably wiped from Maria's life now. She had seen me in a time of desperation. Need. And in that time of weakness, I had resulted in hurting Maria in the process. She had seen me kiss my ex-girlfriend. An ex-girlfriend who was so shallow, I couldn't believe I had gone out with her in the first place.
Cynthia didn't deserve my love.
But Maria did. My good love. My I-love-you-with-all-my-heart, kinda love. Not that fake stuff where I dumped girls like yesterday's trash. No. The kind of love where I vowed to keep them safe, and content.
So I felt so bad sitting there, taking in the news, it felt like earlier remarks to Cynthia didn't even happen. I felt horrible. Awful. Disgusting. I felt sickened by my actions!
How could I have sunken to that low of a level?
What kind of person was I?
Obviously someone who liked to mess with people's hearts.
And so I would apologize, no matter how much good it did. If it ruined us even more, so be it. I just had to apologize so I knew that I tried.
And so I drove over to Maria's.
I knocked on her front door, her mother answering the door. She smiled at me kindly.
"I need to speak with Maria."
"Yes, she's in her room."
I nodded my thanks and ascended the stairs. Her room was right at the top, the first door. I stood before it, my heart thumping. My fist fell upon the door, earning a knocking sound.
No response.
I glanced at the floor, wondering if I should still enter. Would that make her hate me even more? I was the last person she wanted to see right now.
I swallowed my fears and pushed the barrier open.
She was standing by her dresser, weeping soundlessly.
"Maria," I whispered, still standing by the door.
She turned her head away icily.
"I'm sorry, Maria. You don't know how sorry I am. I'm sorry you saw Cynthia and me. I really didn't want you to find out. It was a time of weakness and
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