He pulled away, and I was left in utter shock. "(Y/N), I think I've been in love with you for a while, and I've had to sit there and watch that asshole mistreat you."

Been in love with me? What the hell is going on? There is no way-

He came in for another kissed, but I pulled back. "Craig, I can't."

"Can't? What do you mean you can't?" He narrowed his eyebrows.

"You are Clyde's best friend," I replied.

"Clyde?" he left. "Clyde is at a party. Probably hooking up with Bebe. You're going to tell me that you don't want me because the guy who emotional ABUSED you and chose to go back to his EX-GIRLFRIEND is friends with me?"

I could tell he was starting to get angry, and to be honest, it was terrifying. I started to understand why the boy stuck with his monotone stature. When he felt shit, he felt it hard.

He hit the steering wheel, rather aggressively, causing me to flinch, "I would give you the whole world if you'd give me the chance. I'd take you to see the whole world, not lock you in a box just for me. God, I just want to show you how a girl should be treated."

I felt tears form in my eyes. "Craig, I just can't," my voice cracking as I spoke. "You are so amazing, but I just can't. There is so many reasons I can't. You're Clyde's best friend. I cannot do that too him, no matter what he has done to hurt me. I can't hurt him like that. I can't use you as a rebound. I have a lot of unstable raw feelings right now, and if what you feel is real for me, just give me the time."

I was crying by this point, but Craig's emotions seemed to settle at a scarily rapid rate.

"Craig?" I asked, lightly placing my hand on his shoulder.

"Get out," he grunted.

I gave him a perplexed look. "What?"

"Get. Out. If you don't want me, get out," he repeated.

My waterworks restarted, "Craig, you can't ditch me. You're my best friend."

He turned to face me. "I told you to get out. Go!"

I didn't want to but felt like I had too. So, I got out. I got out and walked down the sidewalk on my own as Craig spun away. I didn't want to keep crying, but I couldn't stop. It was cold that summer night. Colder than usual.