"I just don't understand why you keep buying her lunch and taking her to the movies when she treats you like shit, man." Jordan shakes his head at me as I suck back on my slurpee, the sweet blue raspberry flavour exploding on contact. This isn't the first time we have had this conversation, its probably at least the fifth.

At least once a week Haven loses her mind on me, flipping out and telling me how much she hates me and wishes she never met me. The first time it happened, I was shocked because we were completely fine, flirting and teasing like always and then it was like she flipped some switch and started hating on me. Then the next day she was all over me - hanging off my arm, pulling me into hugs and offering me the sweetest smiles mixed with apologies.

I don't understand girls, especially not Haven but it doesn't change the fact that I'm completely obsessed with her. I am starting to realize that she may not be as into me as I thought though. Her teasing and flirting is always ramped up when her ex is around and I'm worried she might just be using me to make him jealous. It would kill me if thats the case because I'm serious when I say I'm obsessed with her. I can't stop thinking about her, when were not together I want to be, and my heart literally races in my chest just at the thought of her.

Before I get the chance to answer Jordan, I feel her loop her arm with mine. I don't need to look over to know that it's Haven, my bodies reaction at her touch is tell enough. Of course, I do look at her, how could I not when she's so damn beautiful. Her lips are tinged red from her cherry slurpee, and the smell of it washes over me when she speaks.

"Thanks for the slurpee Nik, I'm glad we are still friends."

The way she pops the "k" at the end of my name is enough to bring a smile to my face, but her words prevent it. Friends. Ugh, hearing that word come out of her mouth feels like a knife through the fucking heart. It's impossible for me to hide the disappointment on my face.

"Friends?" I question her, struggling to maintain composure.

"Friends." She confirms, and leans down to press those cherry red stained lips to my cheek.

This is what drives me crazy. She's telling me were just friends but she's kissing me at the same time. My lack of experience with girls is really throwing me for a loop with her, to me a kiss on the cheek matters, but to her it seems as easy as saying hello.

"Are you both coming to my place this weekend? My parents leave Friday morning." Jordan snaps me from my thoughts.

"Yeah, can Taylor and Zack come?" Haven questions hopefully, and that knife in my heart twists. Why does her voice have to light up like that when she says his name?