Jake and Mike (Part Three)

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Jake and Mike (Part Three)

PART III

            It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve confessed my love for Jake, but now he’d acting like it didn’t happen. While it’s a great relief to have him know about how I felt about him, but the fact that he still hasn’t said or done anything hurt. I kept wondering if he’d simply forgotten or wanted to forget about it so much that he’d completely dodging the issue.

            I turned my head to look at him on the couch. He was completely engrossed in the football game that was going on. Since I didn’t follow sport, I had no idea what was going on, but I wanted to spend time with him and chose to endure all of the yelling and cheering to feel his heat next to mine.

            As time passed, I moved closer and closer to him and eventually our shoulders were touching—he didn’t seem to notice. I was anxious about being this close to him, but it felt good. The close proximity made me think about the night he arrived, and I blushed.

            “Jake?”

            “Yeah,” he said, distracted by the T.V.

            “Have you thought about what we talked about a couple weeks ago?” His body became stiff and my heart dropped. He didn’t forget; he just didn’t want to talk to me about it.

            “Nevermind.” I stood and turned to leave, but his hand shot out and grabbed mine. I looked back at him. His handsome face was filled with mixed emotions.

            “I—I never said I didn’t want to try it out, but right now I’m still trying to process things.” He looked into my eyes, seeking my reaction. I didn’t give one. “Give me time. Please?” I nodded and took my leave to go to bed. Even though he said he’d think about it; I knew he was never going to feel the same way about me as I did him. It was a hopeless situation, but I didn’t know how to get out.

            Somebody help me!

           

            I’d fallen asleep in bed. I looked over at the digital clock I kept next to the bed and saw that it was ten o’clock at night and I’d left Jake downstairs on the couch.

            I took off in a sprint. When I got to the living room, he was pissed. I could practically see the steam coming from his ears. I dropped my head.

            “Didn’t you hear me screaming for you three hours ago?” he yelled at me. “You put the wheelchair so far away that I couldn’t reach, no matter what I did! Was this some kind of sick revenge thing? Because I didn’t say yes to dating you, you abandon me?” He had every right to be mad, seething even, but the words he was saying still hurt and cut to the core of me. He thought of me as the petty type who would hurt him because I was unhappy. I thought he knew me better than that.

            “No, it’s wasn’t that. I—I’d...”

            He cut me off, “You’d what? Huh? What good reason did you have for leaving me on the couch with no way to go anywhere?”

            “I just fell asleep. I’m sorry.”

            “Sorry? You’re sorry? Sorry doesn’t make up for the fact that I thought I could count on you to help me with what I’m going through.”

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