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Chapter Three: Failure to Spark

The feeling of happiness around him

The devastation when they break up

Delilah quickly snaps out of it and is off of Nash and the bed in less than a second.

(Nash)

"What are you doing now," I say with a more annoyed tone than I meant. Shit, I can already see the hurt on her face. "Just...come back. We can just lay here,"

"No ok I can't," she says collecting her clothes.

"Why not Lilah?"

" I just can't, it's not raining anymore I'm going home. Sorry Nash," I let her leave.

I lay my head back on the pillow. Did

I do something wrong. I was really enjoying her company.

(Delilah)

With in an hour I find my way home from Nash's. I run inside shower, then slip into black leggings and a PINK pullover. I grab my purse and I'm out the door.

It takes me five minutes to get toy spot. It's a small lake with a cliff above it. I sit down and dangle my feet over the edge. The ledge is about twenty feet from the water. I pull out my phone, headphones, and cigarettes. I put in the head phones and light the cigarette. The smoke fills my lungs, and after a few hits a calm feeling spreads threw me. I lay back, the sky is a beautiful blue with the pretty puffy clouds.

Nash. He is all I can think about now. He has infected my thoughts. Could he be a good thing for me? Would he even like me that way? Who could love a suicidal insecure bitch? My parents sure don't. Even if Nash did like, do I like him? So many questions not enough answers, I take another deep breath. The questions and worries in my mind begin to blur into tranquil stillness and peace.

I finish my cigarette and get back my and it's already dark.

*buzz*

Who would text me? I pick up my phone.

555-5555: Hey, it's Nash. Please answer I need to know you got home alright.

How sweet! I add him to my contacts

me: Thanks, for everything, but I'm fine and you can stop pretending to care. I'll be fine.

I get a reply almost immediately.

Nash: I'm not pretending! Lyah I care about you wether you like it or not.

I roll my eyes, why does he care so much!

Me: I'm fine!

Nash: I'm coming over!

Me: you don't know where I live.

He is really annoying, like take a hint. I don't need help, I look down at my wrists. "I don't need help," I saw as an attempt to make myself believe it. Great, now I'm all worked up again!

I go upstairs and throw tribal print bikini bottoms and black bandeau top and go slip into my hot tub on my back porch and light another cigarette. I was just starting to relax when there a knock at the door. If I stay quiet they will go away. Then my door stars to open! I didn't lock it!? I breathe a sigh of relief when I she Nash in the doorway.

"What? how did you find out where I live?"

"I texted Tiffany," he says approaching the hot tub.

"Damn you Tiffany," I whisper to myself.

Now Nash is right beside me. He had this angry look on his face and his eyes are focused on me.

"What?" I say aggravated. It's rude to stare!