I was on my way to Jessica's appartment. I knew she didn't handle stress very well. I was sure that she would be still in bed.
On my way to her place I was thinking about all of this. And it made me furious. I still couldn't believe it she would do this to me after six years. Okay, we weren't in a official relationship, and we didn't define what we had. But we crossed the line of a normal friendship six years ago. I mean our first kiss happened on our first hood night. And yes, the last kiss she gave me was in a very public place. And normally we kept things private. Only a few of the Bella's had seen us kiss. And of course that one time when Emily walked in on us making love. But she had kissed me. I only kissed back.
When I used my own set of keys to open her front door, I knew I was right. She was still in her bed.
I walked right into her bedroom and looked at her.
"You look like hell" was all I could say.
She didn't bother to answer me. I walked up to her and start to kiss her passionately. When she kissed me back I broke of our kiss.
I was so angry and sad and I started to tell at her.
"What the hell were you thinking? Oh, wait you didn't think. Seriously Jess. Did you really thought I didn't know what was bothering you? For the past six years we've been practically dating. We almost slept together every night since Barden. We shower together. We kiss and have sex. Did you really think I would dump you because you finally accept what already was here all the time? But above all, how could you even think I would accept it, that you dumped me without any explanation?"
I didn't gave her any time to respond to this. I turned around and walked out, slamming the door behind me. Angry I stepped in my car and drove home.
When I arrived at home and sat on my couch I grabbed my phone. It had been ringing and buzzing constantly on my way home. I knew it was Jess. And I was right. The fifteen minutes it took me to het home I had twentysix missed calls from her. And fifteen unread messages. I ignored her and shut down my phone. I was still angry for what she had done. Of course I still loved her. But she needed to feel the pain she had caused. A simple sorry wasn't enough.