CHAPTER FOUR
Aimee woke up early next morning. She decided to go for a jog, now that her mind was pretty clear, there were less chances for accidents to occur. She changed into her grey sweatpants, put on a white tank top, and wore a grey zipper up sweat shirt ove it. She put on her sneakers, put her hair up in a pony tail, and popped on her head phones. She got out of her apartment and started jogging down the stairs. After a long time of jogging, she jogged home. She jogged up the stairs and into Scott's apartment. Scott was sitting on the couch watching t.v, looking a little stressed.
"Aimee-"
"Scott," said Aimee, taking deep breaths, sweating and tired from her jog. "We should talk now."
"Ok, did you just-"
"I went jogging." said Aimee cutting him off.
"O, k." he replied.
"I, uh, I have feelings for you, Scott." Aimee said slowly.
"What?" said Scott. "No, You can't." he said it pretty calmly but he was starting to freak out.
"But, I do, Scott." replied Aimee. "Just listen to me. I can't deny it anymore. I-"
"You can't have feelings for me." he said sternly.
"Wha-? Do you think I want to?" asked Aimee starting to tear. "I don't want to ruin our relationship-our friendship, it's too good. I don't want to ruin your relationship with Shelby either. But I can't change the way I feel. You know that."
"But you-"
"I'm sorry Scott," Aimee cut him off. "I don't want to believe it, I don't want it to be true, but it is. Scott sat there looking around- trying not to make eye contact with her. "Aren't you going to say something?" asked Aimee, almost yelling.
"I already said what I needed to say." he replied.
"Well, I'm sorry Scott," said Aimee calmly. She thought for a little. "actually, no, I'm not sorry." she raised her voice. Scott looked up at her. "I don't have to apologize for the way I feel, I don't even want to feel this way." Aimee walked out of the apartment. Scott sat back, putting his palms over his eyes. For the rest of the day they both stayed in their apartments, thinking, sometimes crying, and trying to get their minds off the subject, though they couldn't. They both went to sleep, daised and confused, and feeling like a heap of crap.
Aimee woke up early next morning. She decided to go for a jog, now that her mind was pretty clear, there were less chances for accidents to occur. She changed into her grey sweatpants, put on a white tank top, and wore a grey zipper up sweat shirt ove it. She put on her sneakers, put her hair up in a pony tail, and popped on her head phones. She got out of her apartment and started jogging down the stairs. After a long time of jogging, she jogged home. She jogged up the stairs and into Scott's apartment. Scott was sitting on the couch watching t.v, looking a little stressed.
"Aimee-"
"Scott," said Aimee, taking deep breaths, sweating and tired from her jog. "We should talk now."
"Ok, did you just-"
"I went jogging." said Aimee cutting him off.
"O, k." he replied.
"I, uh, I have feelings for you, Scott." Aimee said slowly.
"What?" said Scott. "No, You can't." he said it pretty calmly but he was starting to freak out.
"But, I do, Scott." replied Aimee. "Just listen to me. I can't deny it anymore. I-"
"You can't have feelings for me." he said sternly.
"Wha-? Do you think I want to?" asked Aimee starting to tear. "I don't want to ruin our relationship-our friendship, it's too good. I don't want to ruin your relationship with Shelby either. But I can't change the way I feel. You know that."
"But you-"
"I'm sorry Scott," Aimee cut him off. "I don't want to believe it, I don't want it to be true, but it is. Scott sat there looking around- trying not to make eye contact with her. "Aren't you going to say something?" asked Aimee, almost yelling.
"I already said what I needed to say." he replied.
"Well, I'm sorry Scott," said Aimee calmly. She thought for a little. "actually, no, I'm not sorry." she raised her voice. Scott looked up at her. "I don't have to apologize for the way I feel, I don't even want to feel this way." Aimee walked out of the apartment. Scott sat back, putting his palms over his eyes. For the rest of the day they both stayed in their apartments, thinking, sometimes crying, and trying to get their minds off the subject, though they couldn't. They both went to sleep, daised and confused, and feeling like a heap of crap.