"No, I mean do you like like me?" His face grows red, and he looks at his hands. "Yes" His voice is clear as day.

I feel my face getting hot, as she looks at me. She's probably going to laugh, out of pity or spite. How could I be so foolish? There was no possible way that she could love me back. Was there? And then her hand is tilting my chin up to look at her. I can feel my heart beat erratically and my mouth going dry. She truly is indescribable. "Spencer" She mumbles her voice like thick, warm honey. "Spencer, you're staring again" She laughed, the bell sound coming back. I can't help the smile that spreads across my dry lips. "Oh, oh, oh, sorry" I mutter, feeling my face growing hot, again.

I feel her fingers on my chin, tilting it upwards to force me to look at her. And there it is; the impeccable beauty and undesirable lust. Her skin's illuminate and her eyes are sparkling. "Do you like me?" She mutters barley audioable. I feel my pulse quicken, and my bottom lip is begging to quiver. "In what way?" I blurt out, my head reeling, my leg starts to twitch and she can see im becoming uncomfortable. She pulls away, looking at me, taking me in, before she tilts her head, curious. She bit her lip, her doe like eyes widening as they filled with tears. Making the realisation, adding two and two and coming up with six . "You don't" She mumbles, a tear falling down her cheek. I open my mouth to speak, but the words don't come out. They're stuck, like a blade, hurting me with every breath.

She looked at me, hurt evident in her gracious features. "That's fine" she whispered, her voice cracking. She untangled herself from me, before getting up, and turning to her room. That's when I hear the uncontrollable sobbing. Her voice breaking and racketing sobs echoed through the tiny apartment. I had done that to her, I had sworn to protect her, and here I was making her hurt. How did that work?

Ava's point of view:

I felt my heart crack. Did he mean it? His face etched with shock and confusion. He didn't like me. He didn't have to say it. His face said it all. I couldn't stop the tears from falling, or that aching feeling in my chest. That vast, hollow emptiness that welled in the pit of your stomach. I couldn't figure out what was worse. The embarrassment, the fact I had admitted I liked him, or the rejection that had come afterwards. I felt ashamed, defeated, and stupid. I had admitted to liking him, and all he could do was stare. The way his eyes took me in, making me feel inferior. Maybe I was.

What felt like hours later, I crawled out of my bed, and cracked the door open, to see Spencer, lay out across the couch, eyes closed. His breathing came in short breaths, as his chest gently rose and fell, reminding me of the night I had first stayed at his apartment. My eyes were stinging just looking at him. I opened the door gently, before stepping out. I needed to shower, and I didn't want to see Spencer in the process. My head hurt, and my throat was dry. I had that sleepy feeling that you get from crying.

Creeping past Spencer, I could smell his scent, burning my nostrils, making my eyes fill up. I had to forget it. I had to move on. Pretend he didn't matter to you, pretend he was nothing. I slowly walked into the bathroom, before locking the door behind me. I placed everything down before peering into the mirror. It was a good job Spencer hadn't seen me. I was a mess, and enough to put people off me. My hair was sticking up in odd ends, and my eyes were red raw from crying. I stripped bare, before turning on the shower, the hot streams of water burning my skin.

Washing my hair, I brought the razor down to my skin. Quickly I shaved away the excess hair, before staring at the blade. Would it hurt? What would it feel like? Would it burn? Would it make me feel better?