I still obsessed over Bella and hung on every breath she took and every word she said.

So many times I contemplated going to her and apologizing and asking her to be my fiend again.

It would come off as desperate and I hoped that one day she would come to her senses.

She still didn't speak to me until two days after my failed date with Angela.

I was sitting with Angela at lunch showing her the sketch I drew, it was a rose something she would like and she hugged me thanking me.

I hugged her back and looking over my shoulder I saw Bella glaring at me from her table, I looked at her ready to speak when she turned around and kissed the guy she was sitting next to.

I was shocked at first and then I felt sick as I saw she was fully into it, everyone else whooped and cheered but I got up quickly to leave as my heart broke with Angela following behind me.

"You really like her?" Angela asked quietly.

"That obvious?" I asked.

She shook her head "you know she wasn't this way before, I think it was a way to be noticed but she's completely changed"

I smiled sadly "it would never be that way anyway" I said closing the conversation.

Angela would never know the amount of my obsession and feelings just like Bella would never know and would never care.

I would get over her slowly but would never forget.

I sat in the back of English class dreading the moment she would walk through the doors.

I don't think I can face her after what I saw in the lunch room and I can't help but think if I kept my mouth shut maybe that could be me.

She walked in at last looking anywhere but me and I moved over to give her some room.

We had to do a group assignment with writing a poem of the feelings we felt in this exact moment or what was on our mind and criticizing our partner's poems.

I never wrote a poem in my life but I would try, it would be easy I knew what I felt.

I felt crushed and broken, I felt as if she had stepped on my heart with no care in the world.

I felt regret for confronting her and regret for what could have been.

I wrote my poem and looked over to see if she was done.

I was surprised to see her already looking my way and my heart skipped a beat.

It felt so long seeing her look my way.

"Are you finished?" I asked nervously.

"Why are you with her?" she asked instead.

"Who?" I asked utterly confused.

"Angela" she replied.

I was surprised she would think that.

"I'm not with her" I said.

She looked down "is it because she's not like me? You only go for really nice girls?" she asked bitterly.

"Why do you care?"

She glared "I don't care"

I sighed, this was the longest we e ever talked and she was talking to me on her own terms I didn't want to make her angry but I needed to know.

"Do you hate me because you think I see you different?" I asked wording it differently.

She laughed "I don't care what you think of me"

"Okay well I apologize anyway I never meant to hurt you, I was just curious and I don't think different of you" I said looking away.

She could hate me forever and I would still love her, if she wanted to be with different guys then it was all on her but I didn't think of her any less though I wished she knew she was better than that.

"No I'm sorry I thought you would like me less and then I see you with her and I was jealous" she whispered.

I was stunned from her confession and wanted to ask more but there was no need. She smiled cautiously at me and when I smiled back she squeezed my hand.

I didn't know what it meant but it felt like something.