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I couldn't believe what had happened. Chris couldn't know about Natasha and I. It wouldn't be safe for her. Even though we weren't in a relationship, people would still use her to get to me.

I panicked, I didn't know what to do. I'd have to push her away.

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It'd been days since Jayceon had spoken to me. He refused to look at me. He refused to confront me. He refused to acknowledge my existence. I was hurt.

I wanted to be wrapped in Jay's arms. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to hold me. I wanted him.

It was obvious that he didn't want me.

I felt unwanted-hated-a burden.

I stood from the bed, I'd had enough. I grabbed my things and threw them into my bag. Tears brimmed the corners of my eyes as I zipped my bag up. I slipped into my shoes.

It was time to go.

I walked downstairs, I felt the weight of everyone's eyes on me. Jay looked at me, for once, confusion clouding those beautiful brown eyes of his. I didn't want to look at the girl who was sat on his lap. I felt a sharp pain in my chest, seeing them together made me blink away my tears. I wanted to replace my pain with anger, but I wasn't ready to hate Jayceon Taylor yet.

"Where ya going Nat?" Chris asked, standing on his feet.

"I'm leaving."

"What?"

"I'm not staying in this place where the one person I like ignores me. I'm not staying here, when the only person I'm here for refuses to acknowledge my existence." I looked at Jay, the moment our eyes caught he broke our connection.

Frustration built in my chest,"Will you fucking look at me?!" I yelled. "It wasn't just me who influenced the sneaking around, it was you too Jay. If you're so ashamed that we fucked, you need to get a life."

I took my belongings out and took my phone out of my pocket.

I dialled my father's number, "Dad, it's over, I'm coming home."