I'm not sure about a lot of things, like why my Dad left, and I'm not sure what is happening right now. Or if what I'm seeing is real or not. Maybe, this is a dream or a nightmare or a hallucination. Maybe, it's not. I'm not sure.

All I know is I want to run.

And that when a heart breaks, it doesn't make a sound.

"Jason?" I asked in disbelief, dropping Dylan's hand.

Jason smiled, he wasn't surprised to see me. There wasn't any sign of guilt on his face even though I've just caught him making out with someone else.

"You bas-" Dylan started to shout but I interrupted him and held him back.

"You've been cheating on me? Is that why you're always so 'busy'?" I felt anger bubbling up inside me.

"Cheating? No, just now. But you didn't really believe that I liked you, did you?" he asked.

I didn't say anything, my hands just balled into fists.

"Oh! You did!" Jason leaned his head back and guffawed. "That's hilarious!" He exclaimed loudly. "You really thought I liked you?" He shook his head. "That's too funny."

"What? You think it's funny to play with people's feelings?" My voice began to raise.

The girl looked at me and raised an eyebrow, looking at me from head to toe, "Just face it, hun. You're just not...attractive enough." She answered in a squeaky voice.

"Was I talking to you?" I asked. "No, so why don't you shut your mouth?!" I retorted.

"Aves," Jason began.

"Don't call me that." I spat at him.

He shrugged, "I wasn't cheating on you until now, I was just using you to get back at Dylan here," he gestured towards Dylan. "For stealing my girlfriend."

"I never stole her! She kissed me!" Dylan shouted.

Jason ignored him, "I figured, if I got you to go out with me, then it'll crush him and I get someone to make out with. It was a win-win , really."

"So you just used me, for revenge." I nodded holding back my tears.

"You never meant anything to me. I never really liked you in that way. I'll admit, we had some good times but you were never anything more than an accessory to my revenge."

"I hate you." I told him, looking him straight in the eyes. He didn't even flinch.

Jason shrugged, somehow unaffected by the situation. "I mean, I liked you, but only to a certain extent. Like the way you would like a lost puppy and then later use it to get a reward."

I stared at him, my hands shaking with rage. I wanted to shout, scream, cry, to do anything. But I just stood there, frozen and rooted on the spot.

Emma came up behind me and put pulled me into a hug, she must've heard.

A soft sob escaped my mouth as I hugged Emma back tightly as if she was going to drift away. I was probably cutting off her oxygen but I hugged her tighter.

Then she started to slowly shuffle backwards, pulling me away and everything was getting fuzzy and the music became muffled in my ears.

The last thing I heard was Dylan shouting and cursing at Jason before I heard the sound of a fist hitting someone's face and someone falling onto the cold floor before the loud music enveloped me.

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I sat in the back seat of Aaron's car sobbing onto Emma's shoulder.

"It's okay," Emma tried to calm me down. " You could've done better anyway."

"I thought you said you were going to tell me, I told you so." I hiccuped and wipe my cheeks with the back of my hand.

"Why would I say that?" she asked.

"Because," I sniffed. "You said when I realise I was making a mistake, you'd tell me I told you so."

Emma chuckled a bit, "Really? That's what you're thinking about right now?"

I smiled slightly, "Yeah." 

"Good to know, you're going to be okay then." She gave my hand a gentle squeeze and gave me a comforting smile. I smiled back at her, but my smile didn't seem to reach my eyes.

The door opened, letting the cold air inside. "Hey, can I talk to Aves for a second?" Dylan asked nervously, rubbing the back of neck.

Emma looked at me and I nodded. "Yeah," I answered, stepping out of the car.

We started walking to somewhere quiet and somehow ended up under a light post because it was getting dark.

"Are you okay?" He asked in concern. Dylan kept running his fingers threw his hair, he must've done it at least ten times by now.

"I'm fine. I'm not letting that troglodyte ruin everything for me. I'm not going to be miserable from now on or anything." I assured him and swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Well, good." He scratched his head and rocked back and forth on his heels.

Under the dim light, I noticed the red marks on his knuckles. I grabbed his hand and frowned as he winced. "I'm guessing you were the one doing the punching."

"Yeah, he deserved it." Dylan answered with a shrug.

"You didn't have to punch him for me." I said quielty. "Now I can't hurt him myself." I joked lamely.

Dylan shrugged and chuckled, "What were you planning to do? Throw your stiletto at him?" His eyebrows were raised questioningly as he smirked.

"Yeah and maybe something much worse." I grinned.

"Like what?" he asked curiously, yet sounding a bit like he was challenging my capability to hurt someone.

"I don't know burn his skin off, or have his insides melted," I shrugged. "I didn't win all those chemistry trophies for nothing." This time I managed to laugh properly without it sounding forced.

"I wouldn't want to get on your bad side," Dylan stated, sending me an amused look.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Who ever said you weren't already on my kill list?" I kidded.

His eyes widened, "You have a kill list?" he pulled a face and pretended tobe scared. I nodded and smiled innocently at him.

"Dylan?" I asked.

"Yeah?" 

I got on my tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, "Thank you." I whispered softly.

As soon as the words left my mouth, he pulled me close and kissed me. I don't know how long the kiss lasted, it might have been a split second, maybe not. But, it sure did take my breath away.

I was the one to pull away first. "I probably shouldn't be jumping into things like this so quickly." i said, shaking my head and looking at the ground in shame.

"Probably." Dylan said sadly, running his hands in his hair again.

Only then did it hit me that Dylan runs his hands through his hair when he was nervous. I'm not sure why I hadn't noticed it before. "But hey, what's the rush, right?" I gave him a small smile, trying to lessen the tension that so obviously hung in th  air.

He nodded in agreement. "Yeah, so when you're ready to jump in, just give me a call." He smirked and winked, whcih only made me roll my eyes.

I chuckled, realising that Dylan was back to his cheeky self."That sounded like a line from a film. What do you think this is? The ending to a movie? You say some line, flash a smile and the credits come up or something?"

Dylan shrugged in response. "It could be a movie," he kept his face straight, looking as though he was dead serious, like he actually believed in what he was saying.

I shook my head, my lips curling up into a smile. "But, it's not. So I'll just say bye for now and we'll see if we ever get anywhere."

His eyes met mine, and I noticed how blue they were. "How long are we saying bye for?"

I didn't answer straight away, I was still gazing intently into his eyes. The comfortable silence only lasted a moment but it was broken when I spoke. "Relax, it's not like I'm going to ignore you and pretend you don't exist. We're just going to try this whole friendship thing."

"Alright." Dylan smiled, shoved his hands into his pockets and stared at the ground.

"Okay." I bit my lip nervously, unsure of what to say next. "That's if you want to be friends," he looked up to me again, his eyes meeting mine when he nodded.

"Isn't this your best Valentine's Day or what?" He grinned widely. I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not but I went along with it.

"I've had better. I mean, what could possibly beat Ben and Jerry's cookie dough, a warm bed and a movie?" I replied, giving him a duh look.

"That's true." He nodded in agreement. "Why don't you and me try that next year?"

My eyebrows furrowed, was he serious? "We'll see."

"Maybe next year, Cupid won't hit you twice." Dylan laughed.

"I sure hope not!" I exclaimed. Wait, did he know I had liked them both? I didn't even want to ask. "By the way, I'm the girl on your painting, aren't I?" I asked nervously, and this time it was my turn to rock back and forth on my heels. But of course, I was careful not to fall over in the high heeled shoes that I was wearing.

"That sure took you a while," he teased and I elbowed him. "Ow! You are so abusive!"

"You deserved it!" I insisted, a smile tugging at my lips.

"Yeah, whatever, Ms. Abuser. And just so you know, I knew what your painting was about, I just didn't want to embarass you." Dylan sent me his signature smirk.

My eyebrows rose in surprise. "You made me look like an idiot!"

Dylan blinked a few times, as if he was surprised. "Don't you always look like an idiot?"

I rolled my eyes, "I hate you."

Dylan grinned and shook his head. "Of course, you do."

"I do," I muttered. "I hate you, so much."

He scoffed, "pfft! You find me adorable."

"You wish, Dylan." I retorted.

Dylan smiled warmly and snaked his arm around my waist, enveloping me in his warmth. "I do wish."

I looked at his arm around my waist and narrowed my eyes at him. "This doesn't make us friends already."

He winked, "I wouldn't dream of it."

I wrinkled my nose at him. "I'm serious, you have to earn my friendship."

"Uh-huh." Dylan replied, slowly leading me back to the car.

I gave up and sighed, he probably wasn't even listening to me anymore.

This night might not have ended the way that I had expected but I know that things are going to be okay. Well, I hope so anyway.

Cupid had hit me twice with his arrow, which caused me all kinds of problems. I thought my hair would start falling out from all the stressing I was doing. How was I suppose to know which boy to go with? I should've been given a manual about how to handle such situations because I ended up falling for the wrong boy and it's not an experience that I would want to be repeated in the future.

I still hate Valentine's day, I still think it's pointless. But at least now, I have an excuse why I hate it. If anyone questions my loathing for this terrible day, I can just tell them this story and what happened. Maybe, they'll think that I hate Valentine's day because of what happened tonight. Although, that won't be the actual reason, but it might get them off my back.

"So, are you two finally going to get together any time soon, or what?" Emma gave us both a questioning, confused look as she stared at Dylan's arm which was still around my waist.

"Yes," Dylan answered and the same time that I said, "No."

Emma raised an eyebrow and held her hands up in defeat. "Let me know when you guys figure it out."

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The Truth about Love

Others would say that he was heartless and cold; incapable of emotions. Some would argue that he never cared about anything in the world. But I'm the only one person that can say, that in the time I spent with him, he wasn't all that bad.

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I'm nothing more than a girl that's spilling the  truth about love into the void of the internet.

This story is not what you think. This isn’t not your average clichéd love story.

This is the revealing of the ugly truth about the pain-in-the-butt, we all know as ‘love’ and the things it has taught me.

This is real. The real story of what it’s like to fall for the wrong boy.

This is the truth about love.

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