I knew Christian never loved me. He always loved Rose. The first time I noticed was when I first introduced them. They acted as if they hated each other but the second I left they started talking. I knew it was true when Mia called me up and said that they were at the library together and were sitting pretty close to be just study partners. So I called their cell phones up to hear what's really going on. But they kept sending me to voicemail. So I got dressed and went to see what's going on for myself. When I got there they were sitting in a chair; Rose was in his lap reading a book while he watched her and held her all so carefully. I stood there in disbelief. When I came to enough sense I called Christian up again until he answered. The thing is he didn't answer, Rose did.

"Hey Lissa", Rose said happily. That kind of pissed me off.

"I didn't know u where with Christian", I stated with a little attitude. That didn't seem to faze her though

"Yeah, we were going to tell you earlier on the phone but we were busy studying for the English test on Monday."

Oh, sure she was going to tell me. Wait, they don't have any classes together. Would she really lie to me?

"Oh, ok… wait; y'all don't have English class together."

Did this bitch just really try to play me? Does she really think I'm that naive?

"I know, but we have the same teacher and were both in honors English. So, there's a possibility that we will have the same test…"

I didn't hear anything after that. I was too busy watching Christian. Well, more like his hands. Christian had his hands around Rose's waist and was lying back against the chair. He watched her talk and I watched him. As I watched I saw his hands slide down and ease there way in to her back jean pockets. I froze. I can't believe he just did that.

"Can I speak to Christian, please?"

"yeah, sure", she handed him the phone and got up. He protested but let her move anyway.

"Uh, hey babe what's up"

I wondered if he really wanted to talk to me; if he wanted to be with me. So I had to ask him the one question that would prove that he cared about me.

"Do you love me or at least still care about me?" my voice cracked at the end. I was afraid of the answer he would give.

"Why do you ask ?"

Ok, that broke me, my heart shattered and I wanted to cry right there and then. Then I started thinking, he didn't say no even though it wasn't a yes either. Maybe, just maybe I can win him back. Then the phone disconnected.