"So, are you two dating?" I make breakfast with Jason, the aroma of the French toast filling the air. "You've been at our apartment an awful lot," he continues, being nosy, and annoying.

"Am I not allowed to be at your apartment?" I retort. He laughs, shaking his head, but I know he knows I'm avoiding the question. We've gotten so close in the past few weeks, Jason, and I, but I don't think I can tell him how I truly feel. His loyalties still lie with Liam after all.

"But no, we aren't dating," I say, and something about it stings. We do all the coupley stuff; we kiss. We hold hands. We exchange smiley glances, but it sucks to think Liam could be doing that with any other girl. That I could simply be a placeholder until someone better comes along.

And some sick part of me believes he's still angry that I left him last year. That this is his way of exacting revenge. And I wanna believe he's the same boy he always was, but what if it's different. What if I've messed it up? Messed him up? Is this my fault? All of it; is it my fault?

"What an idiot." Jason shakes his head, flipping the bread on the pan. "He was practically dying without you. Not a day went by where he wasn't angry, or sad, and the worst days were when he was both. I don't think he even so much as smiled when you were gone. Now you're here, and he's not doing anything about it?" He scoffs in disbelief.

I sit on the kitchen stool, and fidget with my fingers. "Maybe he found someone else." Jason lets out a loud laugh. A that's-impossible kind of laugh. A you-must-be-joking kind of laugh, but if I've learned one thing in the last year it's that people can change, and maybe I'm not what Liam wants anymore. Or worse, I'm what he wants only because I'm convenient.

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