I run back into his car and close the door. He follows me and gets into the driver’s side. I give him an angry look that meant take me home. He gives me a hurtful look. He starts the car. We don’t say a word the whole ride home. The whole time his expression stays constant, very hurt and defeated. I stood at my position though; he is a jerk that is trying to change me. I can’t change and I won’t.

We arrive at my house. He looks at me, “I am so sorry for what I did. I feel so terrible. I just want you to tell me how you feel. I don’t know how we could have a relationship if you won’t talk to me. I want you to be happy, so I understand why you are angry with me.”

I look at him. Even though I hate him at the moment I still want him to kiss me. I have feelings for him that is for sure. These feelings are just going to go away like that. After a long wait of us just staring at each other, I get out of the car and run into my home.