(Book #5 out of Best Friend Series)
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"Nina." I halt in my steps, moving away from Jace as he walks closer to me with a thunderous expression.
"Jace?" I question, still backing away from the man in front of me. The Best...
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"No," I tilt my chin in defiance. He looks over at me, clearly shocked that I haven't turned away crying yet. I know I'm sensitive, but this doesn't necessarily make me want to cry and run away. I want to cry and yell at him for treating me like shit.
"What?" He asks, narrowing his eyes at me.
"I'm not getting out of your fricken car," I repeat, the emotion building behind my voice. I'm torn between screaming at him for treating me so bad to crying. Maybe I can do both. "I am so tired of this."
He runs a hand through his hair once again, frustration and stress making an appearance. He's screwing this all up and he knows it. I can tell that he knows this, but he doesn't make a move to say anything so I go on.
"Of all the secrets and the lies and how you always treat me like shit," I bite out, shaking my head. "You say you want me, you say that I make you feel like no one ever has and yet you do this. Why? Why hurt me? Don't you agree I've already been through enough?"
"You knew before we even started doing this that I was fucked up," is what he says when he finally comes out of silent mode. He stares at me with a mixture of sadness and anger, which makes the situation all the more real. "So don't try to act like you're surprised by it now."
Unbelievable.
"That's your excuse?" I'm I'm disbelief. I can't believe how shallow he is being at the moment because I've never really seen it like this - so far in depth.
"Don't try to act like you're so perfect, Nina," he spits.
I scoff. "I am not perfect."
"Really?" He laughs bitterly. "Your consistent need to control everything and know everything?"
"I do not try to control everything," I defend myself. Yeah I am a little OCD, but I don't try to control everything. Only when it concerns me personally do I try to make sure everything is in order and done.
"Always becoming defensive when someone states something negative about you," he points out and my face heats up. "Constantly needing to be ahead of everyone else."
My chest is heaving up and down at a fast rate, my face is hot and a tear trickles down to accompany one. I wipe it away furiously because that's what I am; furious.
"You're a dick," I spit, gathering enough courage to do so, glaring at him the best I can with tears in my eyes.
"Yeah?" He scoffs, the sarcastic smirk on his face makes me want to slap him "I am. At least I can admit to that. You on the other hand."
He whistles and I raise my voice even louder. "You don't deserve my compassion or my kindness. You don't deserve anything because you're a self entitled asshole who thinks he can do whatever the hell he wants and no one will be effected!"
"Then why are you still here?" He shouts. "Why do you try so fucking hard when you know I don't give a fuck?"
"Because I love you, you prick!" I scream, tears falling on to my lips. I let out a sob and viciously wipe at the water droplets on my face until I feel my cheeks are red from it all.
