No, I Don't Think So

I shake my head stubbornly. “No, I don’t think we can, Jane. You don’t seem to value honesty the way I do. You keep contradicting yourself and going back on your word.”

“When have I ever given you my word?? It’s because I’m confused, Shay… that’s all!” She seems desperate enough that I waver in my resolve for a moment.

“What’s so confusing then, huh?” I say, after a pause. “It seems pretty simple to me. Either you like me, or you don’t. Either you want to be with me, or you don’t. Make up your mind! And while you’re deciding, stay away from me. I can’t handle your wishy-washy flirting and pulling away. I’m too fragile for that, Jane. It’s not fair to me! You know how I feel, and I don’t have any idea what’s going on inside your head. That gives you the advantage, so stop abusing it! Please! And get out of my car.”

She is speechless. We are both silent for a moment. Finally I speak up again. “Well? Didn’t you hear me? I said get out. Unless you have something you need to tell me, that is.”

“I do.”

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