Oh my God I did not know Soph knew who else does. I lay awake all night it feels like a long time, checking my mobile I see that it is only 1 at night.
Restless I creep out of the room to go down stairs for a drink. I wonder if everyone is asleep and this feels weird being up in your best friends house. Its like one of those horror movies. A giggle slips out of my mouth I cover my mouth with my hands tip toeing why do I feel so stupid.
The light of the fridge illuminates my face, I stand there letting the cool air flow over me. Taking the bottle of orange juice I grab a glass. The only light coming from the street bathing the kitchen in a hazy golden glow through the lace curtains.
"Millie we need to talk" I let out a little yelp. Okay why do I do this to myself. Looking at Nick I wonder how someone could be so perfect. "Yes whats up" trying for nonchalance and failing miserably.
There is an inscrutable look on Nicks face. Okay I think to myself this is beyond weird and a dream come true, Nick is talking to me alone. Will he ask me out finally. Wait why am I thinking about baby clothes and weddings.
That is when he destroys my whole universe.
Nick starts " I couldn't help but overhear earlier, but what ever fantasies you have about me and you are only just that, you are only but a child" I stared at him my heart sinking in oil, what is happening right now, this is when I get angry how dare he
" I am not a child, what right do you have to tell me who I like or don't like" I retort voice rising. He looks at me with something akin to pity on his face, my heart breaks in two.
"We will never be together, you are just a child to me and besides I have a girlfriend" Nick states calmly breaking my heart to little pieces between his elegant hands.
What is wrong with me, why do I still like him even though he just broke my heart. I want to cry but I won't let him see me like that I won't I still have my pride.
Nick is still looking at me with concern on his face, why I want to rage at him and throw the glass in my hand at the wall. I want to have a tantrum of epic proportions, but that would prove his point I think bitterly. "Fine I won't have any notions about you and me" I feel bile in my throat. I think I'm going to puke.
I leave going back up the stairs. I don't look back.