And now I have this gut feeling that this talk will also be about goodbye. At least for awhile.
                          
I turned my attention back to his waiting face. "Let's talk in my room."
                          
I stepped away from Andrew but he caught me by the crook of my arm.
                          
I gave him a questioning look and he said, "Are you sure?"
                          
I looked at him in the eyes and saw pure concern and worry in them. I couldn't help but smile gratefully at him.
                          
"I'm sure. I'll be fine. Don't be a worrywart, Garfy." I winked at him to try and lighten the mood. He smiled back upon hearing his special nickname.
                          
So I grabbed his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze before turning away and walking up the stairs with Jake following suit. 
                          
"Are you alright, dear? Do you need anything?" I faintly heard my  mom ask Andrew once she thought Jake and I were out of earshot.
                          
I rolled my eyes at my mom's antics. So now her mouth's working again? Couldn't it have worked like two seconds ago when I was afraid Andrew and Jake might start a fight? Unbelievable.
                          
As I was walking along the hallway to my room, I kept thinking how I'm going to act towards him. Should I be hostile? Rude? Cold? Or should I act like I don't care a thing about him anymore and feign being unaffected? To be honest, I don't completely know how I should act. Of course, I'm definitely hurt, but I don't feel like letting him know how much he's affected me. I'm afraid he'll use that to his advantage in the future. I'm open to forgive him––well, if I'm sure he deserves to be forgiven––but I'm not sure how long it will take for me to trust him again.
                          
The feeling of something grabbing my hand broke me out of my reverie. I turned to look behind me and was surprised to see Jake holding my right hand.
                          
I gave him a questioning look which he returned with a sheepish one. 
                          
Wow, that's new. Since when did Jake ever look shy?
                          
I couldn't help a small teasing smile to play along my lips.
                          
Seeing my smile, he sighed. "Please, just let me do this, Em. Even just for the last time."
                          
So this is like a goodbye talk.
                          
When I didn't say anything, he seemed satisfied as he then freely intertwined his fingers with mine. I didn't stop him because I'd be lying if I say I didn't like it.
                          
We finally reached the door to my room so I sneaked my head in first to check if everything's in order––no laundry or undergarments sticking out and lying around that might give me embarrassment. When I decided everything's clear, I opened the door wide and asked him to come in first. I went in after but I left the door ajar.
                          
I saw him looking around my room with a thoughtful expression and when I saw his gaze land on something, he chuckled. "I didn't know you're a Victoria Secret model..."
                          
My eyes widened when I saw that he was laughing at one of the pictures hanging on the wall. It was of me when I was only ten on my cute bikinis and sunglasses posing beside a pool with my legs crossed while trying to imitate Angelina Jolie's pout. My face flushed as I rushed to take the picture down but Jake blocked my way.
                          
"Don't take it down because of me." He said with a teasing smirk. "You must be very proud of this for putting it up."
                          
Remembering why I put it up, I looked down. "Yes, I'm very proud of it."
                          
"Why wouldn't you be after looking so––"
                          
"But not because of the reason you're thinking." I cut him off, sure that he's about to say another remark of me in bikinis.