It all started with a rose

Tuesday

Almost 24hrs had passed by the time Lena attempted to hunt down James. She had spent most of last night trying to figure out what to tell James. She knew she had to tell him. Throughout the day she could see Kara watching her. Not staring, but watching as if she would be able to tell what decision she had come to.

"Hi" it didn't take much to get James to agree to walk up the road and grab a coffee and talk. So here they were, in awkward silence, once they had never experienced before. "So?, whats going on with you Lena?" The worry and care in his voice apparant.

Takeing a sip of her coffee, somehow hopeing it would boost her courage. It didnt. Deciding to get it all out out as quickly as possible, Lena began, "So... That person who was sending me the roses asked me to dinner on Saturday, " pausing to take another sip. "I went. I sure as hell wasn't expecting who it was." The last bit coming out softly acompanied by a small smile that Lena wasn't even aware of James forming the opisite,  "And, yeah"

"Who was it?" His voice begining to take on a rarely heard angry tone. Although, Lena knew James really was entitaled to know, she couldn't bring herself to betray Kara like that. "I can't tell you"

"Can't or wont?" A breaf beat passing before James continued onwards, with every word you could hear more emotion slipping into his voice. "You get jealous if I so much as look at another girl. Yet its perfectly okay for you to go on a date with another guy you don't even know? What the hell Lena" silence "Will you see them again?" Silence "Do you want to see them again" silence. Letting out a deep and clearly frustrated sigh he scratched the back of his head. He looked so tired and defeated. "I'm tired of playing by diferent rules. I'm done. I'll see you around Lena."

Calm. He was too calm, he really ment it. Lena sat there for minutes after, staring to James's half full coffee cup, not feeling anything. She wasn't sure if she was in shock or if it was because she did actually feel nothing.

When she finally got home, she baricaded herself in her bedroom, only emerging around nine-thirty to get a sandwich, before returning to the quickly shrinking pile of homework on her desk. It was easier to focus on math, geography, english and anything else she could study; rather then the lack of feelings she knew she really should be feeling.