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"Whatever she told you, it was just drunken nonsense and lies!" she insisted, her voice growing more desperate to conceal the truth of her friend's behavior.
"Does that mean Tresa telling me that you have feelings for me is also a lie?" I asked, slamming on the brakes with a screech, causing the car to jolt to a stop.
"Why did you stop?" she asked, surprise evident in her eyes.
"What Tresa said, is it true?" I asked, my voice filled with yearning, eager to hear her admit the truth. I needed her to confess, to let the words tumble from her lips. Instead of turning to face her, I focused on her reflection on the rare view mirror in front of me, my gaze fixed on her from the driver's seat of my SUV.
These are the reasons why I asked this question.
First, I've started to develop feelings for Skye. It all began with a foolish bet I made with my friends, where I claimed I could convince Skye to believe that I could change. My friends didn't believe in my ability to change, and they knew Skye would likely despise me too much to fall for it. That's why they made the bet, with the stakes being the favorite expensive sports car of the loser. Despite the risks, I agreed to the terms, thinking that deceiving Skye into trusting me would be my ticket to winning her over. Little did I know, there was much more to her than meets the eye.
I was taken aback when Skye actually gave me a second chance and chose to trust me. It was because I had confided in Tresa, who is closer to her, and asked her to convince Skye to trust me, to give our friendship another chance. I never expected Skye to easily embrace my false change, but she did. It was because she also trusted her false best friend, Tresa, and Tresa was willing to do anything for me. I was even more surprised when Skye opened up to me about her feelings, including those regarding her family.
The thing about Skye was that she trusted too easily and too quickly, making it effortless for me to manipulate her.
When the two weeks of the bet ended and I emerged as the winner, she discovered the truth, but remained unaware of Tresa's deceit.
Skye was furious with me and, as usual, became the laughingstock of our school. I used to revel in laughing at her, but for the first time ever, I felt a pang of guilt.
I couldn't pinpoint the reason behind this unexpected guilt, but my heart certainly wasn't at ease.
And that's when I realized I had developed feelings for her, because she started appearing in my dreams. Whenever our paths crossed, she would usually walk away in the opposite direction, and I would despise myself for it.
Now, there are mixed emotions and feelings between us. I have grown fond of her, but she despises me even more.
Now that I've developed feelings for her, I can't shake this unsettling feeling. It's strange because I've never felt so genuinely about anyone before, except for Skye. My heart is unsettled, and this is new territory for me. I've dated countless girls in the past, including Tresa, but none of them made me feel like this. It's starting to make me believe that maybe the universe is conspiring against me, preventing me from getting what I truly deserve.
I used to have no trouble pursuing anyone I wanted. My charm would win them over in an instant. But Skye is different. After everything I've put her through, it's going to be a challenge for me to connect with her again. That realization weighs heavily on me and is the main reason behind why I'm asking her now.
The secondary reason for my question is to gain a better understanding of her response and to clarify my own feelings. Skye seems unsure of how to respond, and an uncomfortable silence settles between us. I'm growing impatient, craving her answers. Normally, I'm not the most patient person, but in this moment, I need immediate clarity from her, right here and right now.
Despite the silence, Skye musters up the courage to speak. "Please, Dax, let's not discuss it… please!" Skye always incorporates "please" into her pleas. But pleasantries aren't what I'm after; I just need a straightforward answer to my question.
"I need answers now!" I finally assert, striving to maintain a gentle tone, even though it's a challenge for me. I have to soften my voice to let her know how serious I am. If I were to use my usual serious voice, it would only frighten her more, and she'd likely refuse to answer my questions.
"Tresa was just being her usual tipsy self," she said, attempting to convince me that Tresa's words were a result of alcohol rather than her true feelings. But I could see right through her feeble attempts. She added, "You don't actually believe a word of what she said, right?"
"I do believe her," I replied, my voice filled with certainty.
"Dax, let's put an end to this conversation," she urged, her desperation palpable.
"It's not over until I say it's over. I won't let it go until you give me some answers. Do you have feelings for me? Yes or no?!" I unleashed, allowing my impatience to overpower any attempt at gentleness. I never claimed to be skilled at treading lightly.
"No!" she responded firmly, with a single word that failed to convince me.
"I read your journal," I blurted out, unable to resist the temptation of delving into her secrets. "I saw what you wrote. You admitted to having feelings for me!"
Her mouth dropped open in shock, and she squirmed, avoiding eye contact through the rearview mirror. "How did you...?"
"Don't bother asking how I stumbled upon your journal. I'll only disclose that information if you answer my question," I interrupted, blocking out any distractions from our heated conversation. "You confessed in your journal that you loved me, that you had deep emotions..."
"Please, stop." Her voice was soft, but the plea was heavy. She couldn't bear to hear any more of it.
"I've already read everything, but I need to hear it from you. Is it true?" I asked, desperation creeping into my voice.
She tried to change the subject, deflecting my question. "How did you even find my journal in the first place?" Her words were laced with the frustration she was desperately trying to hide.
"Answer me, Skye. Just answer me," I begged, my voice cracking.
