I felt like I was going to be sick.

I couldn't even look at him.

I knew it was too good to be true.

Already seeing double, it was hard enough trying to make my way through the yard, but the tears just kept coming. I should have known. People don't change, and I was so stupid to think that after all these years, things could finally be different.

I wasn't the one.

I was just the next one.

And why did it have to be her?

Maybe she was willing to do what I wasn't.

Maybe if I hadn't stopped him earlier.

This wasn't fair.

I just thought.. he was different.

I thought I was different.

I quickly slid on my shorts, pulling my shirt over my head, my wet bathing suit soaking through them both in a matter of minutes as I quickly made my way inside. As hard as I tried, I couldn't stop the tears from falling, until finally I saw Josh across the kitchen with Sam. When he turned to me, his face instantly dropped.

"Jaime, what's wrong? What happened?" He asked, reaching out for me. I shook my head, wiping my eyes, but it only got worse.

"C-can you take me home?" He nodded, instantly reaching over for his keys, taking my hand and leading me towards the front door.

"Jaime!" I finally heard behind me. My heart sunk. I couldn't see him. I didn't want to see him. I pulled Josh harder down the steps and towards his car. He didn't question it, helping me into the passenger's side, shutting the door behind me. But as he made his way around, I heard banging on my widow.

"Jaime, please open the door. Just talk to me. I can explain!" I pulled my legs up against my chest, leaning my head on my knees, turning away from my window.

"Can you.. can you just drive please?" I cried. I saw him peek up at Jake who continued to bang on the window, until finally I felt the car pull away, his empty reassurances fading off into the distance until I was left with nothing but my pathetic weeping.

How could I have been so stupid?

The drive was quiet, which I was thankful for. The last thing I wanted to do was have to explain to Josh why I was crying. It wasn't until he pulled up to my house, when he finally turned to me.

"Are you okay, Jaime?" He asked softly, reaching over, gently stroking my hair. I shook my head, hiding my face in my knees as another wave of heartache came rushing over me. He stayed quiet for a moment, continuing to run this fingers through my hair, until eventually he got out of the car, making his way around to my side.

When he opened my door, he held out his arms, motioning towards him. I hesitated before leaning into him, letting him pick me up from out of the seat as I tightly wrapped my arms around his neck. He carefully carried me up the driveway, taking my keys from me and opening the front door, helping me inside.

"Please don't go." I muttered, hiding my face in his chest.

"I'm not going anywhere." He said as he held me closer, bringing me upstairs to my bedroom, gently placing me down on my bed.

"We should get you out of these wet clothes before you get sick though." He said softly. I nodded, eventually sitting up, holding my arms up. He hesitated before reaching down for the bottom of my shirt, lifting it over my head and tossing it onto the floor. Then he stopped when he got to my bathing suit, staring back at me nervously.

"You can." I said timidly. "It's okay."

It wasn't like he hadn't seen it all before.

He then slid off my shorts, adding them to the pile of wet clothes, hesitating again before reaching for my bathing suit bottoms. I nodded again, holding my stare on him. I leaned back onto the bed, raising my hips as he pulled them off, tossing them away.

I could tell he was trying his hardest to maintain eye contact, making sure his eyes didn't wander once as he made his way over to my dresser.

"Where are your.."

"Top left drawer." He opened it, pulling out the top pair of underwear, bringing them back over and quickly sliding them up my legs. He then went into my closet, pulling out the first t-shirt he could find, pulling it over my head. I could see him instantly calm down once I was fully clothed again, helping me into my bed, pulling the covers over me. I reached over for him, grabbing onto his shirt.

"Please stay." I said, holding on tight. His lips curled into a gentle smile as he sat down on the edge of my bed, sliding closer to me.

"I'll stay as long as you want." He whispered, gently brushing the hair out of my face again.

"You're a real gentleman, you know.." I muttered, feeling my eyelids start to get heavy.

"How so?"

"You had me completely naked in bed, and you didn't make a single move." He bit down on his lip, his cheeks burning bright red.

"I would never do that, Jaime."

"You'd never make a move on me?" He shook his head, his smile growing.

"Not unless you wanted me to."

"What would you say if I told you that.. I did want you to?"

He was quiet for a moment, trying his best to control his face.

"I would say that you're just drunk." He laughed. "And that.. you're probably just sad." I shook my head, avoiding his eyes.

"Can you lay with me?" I asked, moving the blankets out of the way. He nodded, making his way around my bed, carefully climbing in next to me. I didn't hesitate to reach out, wrapping my arms around his stomach, lying my head on his chest. I felt my heart start to beat faster as his fingers lightly glided up and down my spine.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" He finally asked. And then something in me snapped. I tried my hardest to keep from crying, but it was no use. The tears filled my eyes again, eventually leaving brokenhearted stains across his shirt. I shook my head, nuzzling my face into his neck.

"Did it.. have to do with Jake?" My heart sunk. I clung to him tighter, unable to fight the cries that turned to sobs. I then felt him nod, pulling me in closer.

"I'm sorry he hurt you." He eventually sighed. I could feel my heart breaking in my chest.

He knew.

I lost track of the time as my sobs subsided into cries, eventually fading into heavy breaths. I then looked up at Josh who was already staring down at me, clearly exhausted, his bloodshot eyes fighting to stay open as I was doing everything in my power just to fall asleep.

"Thank you." I whispered, grabbing onto his arm.

"For what?" He asked, wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me up against him.

"For being you."

He held his stare on me, his eyes in a daze as he reached over, gently caressing my face. I moved in closer, eventually leaning into a quick, gentle kiss. He stared back at me wide-eyed, his face dropping.

"Y-you should go to sleep. It's late." He said, his eyes moving back down to my lips. I felt my heart beating faster as I slowly wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling him in even closer.

"Jaime.." He sighed. "This isn't fair."

"What isn't?" I asked, my lips just brushing against his again.

"You know I love you." He whispered, gently running his fingers down my cheek, wiping away what tears still remained.

"I know."

I could tell he was expecting more, but I just couldn't give that to him right now. Despite the fact that my chest now felt hollow and all I wanted to do was hide away, something deep within me still clung to the inkling of hope that, maybe, hopefully, I was wrong.

I moved away, lying my head on his chest again, as he gently rubbed my back until everything faded to black.