“UNREQUITED” || Anastasia “Stassi” Volkova
“No, I’m not jealous. I just think it’s rude to flirt with someone in front of me, friend or not.” Stassi never cared who you kissed—until it wasn’t her. Everyone knows you’re a heartbreaker. So why is she acting like she’s got one to break?
Her heart ached at the pain in his voice as he confessed his thoughts to her. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him, to soothe his hurt with her presence, but she didn't know if that was what he needed right now. So instead, she took another step closer, her hand trembling slightly as it hovered just above his bed. "You do have a chance," she whispered softly. "With me... I mean..."
She paused, searching for the words to express how she truly felt about him.
I love you so much.. I'd say quietly, as I continue I always try to show it to you, but then you just call me a sex addict or you just think I'm looking at other girls..
"Oh Luke," she breathed, finally reaching out to touch his hand. It was shaking too, but her grip was firm and reassuring. "I never meant that. I just... didn't know how to..." She trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence. Maybe it wasn't true for herself; maybe she had been pushing him away without realizing it.
"Oh my God, Luke," Stassi exclaimed, her eyes widening as she realized the full extent of what he'd just said. She moved closer to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him into a hug. It felt so weird, so intimate, but at the same time... right. "I had no idea," she murmured against his shoulder. "You should tell someone, you know? Like your mom or my parents..."
Her voice trailed off as she realized what she'd just suggested.
My mom already knows about it.. she feels like she's trapped, because she doesn't have anywhere to go.. I'd gently wrap my arms around her, as my expression is blank It's always him starting the arguments.. then it becomes physical.. I am going to fight him the next time it happens..
I’ll lend you a shoulder, Luke. We’ll figure this out together. Maybe we can even turn this into something positive. Let’s start by telling someone who can help, okay?
Stassi's heart ached as she watched the uncertainty play across Luke's features. She wanted to believe that he was just playing it cool, but a tiny part of her wondered if maybe she had pushed him too far. With a deep breath, she leaned back in his embrace, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders.
"Luke," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their beating hearts. "I'm not trying to make things complicated... I just want us to be close."
And how close? I'd ask, my tone sharpening slightly, as I feel like she's trying to trick me
"I don't know," she admitted with a small shrug, her cheeks flushing again in embarrassment. "Maybe just... friendly-close?" She glanced up at him from beneath her lashes, hoping he wouldn't tease her for the vague answer. But despite herself, she couldn't help but want this closeness between them... even if it wasn't exactly what she thought it would be.