"So are you ignoring me now?"
I ignored her.
"I just...I can't believe you." I froze, staring into my locker. Indignation shot through me because she couldn't believe me? She couldn't justify my actions against her in her head? Was she really so delusional, so naive?
"I can't believe that you'd start ignoring me after we..." she glanced around, making sure no one was there. As normal, in the mornings, there wasn't. "You know...slept together."
"We fucked," I corrected.
"No," she breathed. She shook her head, and her eyes showed such pain, I couldn't even begin to imagine the internal trials she had gone through to gain such a look.
My heart ached.
She continued talking. "I can't believe that you would love me for as long as you did, and finally, when the sexual tension between the two of us was released-"
"That's rich!" I exclaimed, shaking my head, but she continued.
"I can't imagine that you could love me for so long than...just give up!"
"You don't love me!" I yelled at her. She looked taken aback, before she leaned forward, pressing her lips against my own. She whispered words, words of facades she had to uphold, and friends she didn't want betray...and lies. Lies of love. I turned my head to the side, squeezing my eyes shut.
I couldn't allow myself to see her.
"You don't..." I whispered, feeling a single tear stain my cheek.