Chasing Ever After
Sadie.
For about twenty minutes, I lie in bed, thinking. Just thinking. I try to stop myself from thinking, but I can’t.
Why is Jack Ames trying so hard to fix things with me? What does he want, anyway? What will he achieve by trying to be friends with me?
Will he use this against me in the future?
Will he rub this into my face as a big joke?
Oh, I get it. He’s feeling bad about rejecting me. He’s doing this out of pity. He’s trying to make himself look like a good guy. He’s protecting his ego.
I roll over my bed and bury myself against a pillow. Stop, stop thinking. He’s not worth losing sleep over.
“’I’ll do anything to get rid of that pain’ my ass,” I groan. I just absolutely, inexplicably, irrevocably hate the guy.
I shouldn’t have confessed.
Better yet, I shouldn’t have fallen in love with him in the first place. He’s not worth it. He’s a complete waste of brain and heart space!
For about another twenty minutes, I beat the hell out of my pillow, imagining it was Jack Ames.
Why is Jack Ames trying so hard to fix things with me? What does he want, anyway? What will he achieve by trying to be friends with me?
Will he use this against me in the future?
Will he rub this into my face as a big joke?
Oh, I get it. He’s feeling bad about rejecting me. He’s doing this out of pity. He’s trying to make himself look like a good guy. He’s protecting his ego.
I roll over my bed and bury myself against a pillow. Stop, stop thinking. He’s not worth losing sleep over.
“’I’ll do anything to get rid of that pain’ my ass,” I groan. I just absolutely, inexplicably, irrevocably hate the guy.
I shouldn’t have confessed.
Better yet, I shouldn’t have fallen in love with him in the first place. He’s not worth it. He’s a complete waste of brain and heart space!
For about another twenty minutes, I beat the hell out of my pillow, imagining it was Jack Ames.