I don't know?

Something about the way he looked at me, with those bright eyes sparkling in the sunshine, when he said, "I hate you." made my heart leap, made me tingle from head to toe. I caught myself on the verge of saying, "I love you too." And smiled weakly at him as he smiled at me, walking backwards away from me.

Right when he was out of earshot, Emily turned to me and said, "Something tells me he really loves you."

I blushed and looked down at the ground, my hair blowing in my face and whispered, "I do, too." Again, I caught myself, "I mean, no I don't! I don't love him, I don't even like anyone right now. I just don't."

Emily gave me the silent treatment.

It feels good, to simply think that maybe he's liked me this whole time, like he told me, even with his other girlfriends, even though I haven't exactly given him the best, like he deserves. It feels good, that we can laugh about our past, short-lived relationship.

"When we were going out for that time last year, someone started a rumor that I tried to cut you." He said.

"What?!"

"Yeah, it was like Brianna Brooks or someone like that. She was like 'Oh yeah, Taylor tried to cut Lainey because he's emo and stuff, that's why she broke up with him so soon.' You better watch out, I might grab my knife and slice you all up."

I promise, I don't know if I like him or not, and I don't want to dive into anything I'm NOT ready for. I need to think it over. SO DON'T BOTHER ME ABOUT IT.

It's just a thought.