Thanks be to Ms. EBT.
"What the hell is your problem?"
"I fucking like you, all right? I don't understand it, and it makes me sick. I love Bella. I love Bella, but then there's you. You came out of fucking nowhere, and I don't know what I'm supposed to do. No matter what I do, I'm fucked! And I know I have no right to be pissed about Ben, but when I saw you with him… I just‒"
You stop and take a deep breath.
This is everything I've always wanted from you.
For you to say you like me, to say you can't stand the idea of me with someone else.
But it's too late.
And I'm still pissed.