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Let Me Go

Chapter Seventeen: Maybe It's Worth It

Nathan fell back onto his bed, smiling softly at the night before. He'd danced with Haley, and they'd kissed, and he could have sworn he'd heard her tell him she loved him.

But then again, he feared that maybe she didn't love him. If she loved him, wouldn't she just be with him without a second thought?

Apparently not.

Maybe he should have just let her stay with Jake.

In Nathan's opinion, Jake was a much better person then he was.

Jake got better grades.

Jake had a lot of really close friends.

Jake didn't sleep around.

Jake was considered an all-around good guy.

Jake baby-sat his cousin Jenny whenever his parents needed him to, even on weekends, at night when he could be out.

In the long run, Jake probably deserved her more.

But maybe he loved her more. Scratch that, he knew he loved her more.

But who knows? Maybe it was Jake that could make her happier.

Jake closed his eyes as he attempted to sleep.

Haley kept entering his mind.

And now, what she wanted was pretty damn obvious. She wanted Nathan.

It was time that he'd just admit it.

At the formal, that had been obvious. She'd looked at Nathan with such longing eyes, and when she'd looked at him, they'd been peaceful, begging him not to do anything irrational.

They'd been begging him to let her go.

Maybe that was what he should do.

Honestly, she said she loved him, but maybe she loved Nathan too. Maybe she loved him more. He was sure she'd rather have Nathan up there then himself.

And plus, he'd met this other girl, Peyton, and she seemed pretty sweet. But she wasn't Haley.

She wasn't his Haley.

Was he really that selfish for wanting Haley all to himself? Was it really not fair for him to want her?

Sighing to himself, he flicked on the light besides his bed, and opened his drawer. He pulled out a photograph of Haley.

Damn, she was so beautiful.

In the picture, she'd been oblivious to him taking the photo, and she was pointing towards something. Her blondish-brown hair was blown all around her face, and was beyond messy, but regardless, she still looked beautiful.

He sighed again, putting the picture back into the drawer, and shutting off the light once more.

He knew what he had to do.