{13} Confession

                                    

                                          
'Jack', I spoke, interrupting the boys' argument. 'Conor and I were never dating'.
                          
Jack froze immediately. His body tensed up and his eyes were focused on the wall ahead of him. Conor, who looked at me weirdly for a second and was now running his hand through his brunette hair, sighed heavily. 
                          
'Conor is this true?' He finally spoke, turning towards his older brother. 
                          
Conor sighed once again. 'Yes, Jack. We were playing a prank on you this whole time'.
                          
I watched attentively as Jack bit his nails and Conor stared down at the wooden floorboards, possibly in shame.
                          
Jack then decided to speak again. 'I don't know if I should be mad or not, I'm angry that you both tricked me but I am so relieved that you didn't stoop so low to date my ex'. I half chuckled, Conor just huffed.
                          
The rest of the evening was supposed to be chilled, but the tension that lingered through the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Conor seemed upset, but I don't think that it was for the fact that I had told Jack that we weren't actually dating. I didn't want to push him too far, the last thing I wanted was to make anyone upset, except maybe Jack because of what he did to me. However, my gut was now constantly telling me not to do anything that will upset him. After all, I did admit to myself that I still loved him, although I didn't want to.
                          
Speaking of Jack, he was just on his phone, but I could tell that he was ever so slightly annoyed with the current situation. Sure, this whole 'fake date' thing didn't last too long, just over a week, but due to Conor wanting to go forward with it for a while longer, it lasted more than it should of.
                          
At least I can say that I'm not a cheater.
                          
...
                          
The next day, whilst I was busy sketching a blossom tree on a piece of paper with an episode of Spongebob playing in the background, my phone vibrated. 
Jack: since you're not dating my brother, can I maybe see you again? I'm really really sorry for what I did to you in the past, I was really immature back then. Would love to know x
                          
Although part of me was angered at the thought that he wasn't sorry and he is still extremely immature, I practically squealed in excitement. A second chance with him sounded amazing at this moment, but I wasn't even considering the fact that he could easily break me once again.
                          
I replied saying sure, and we met up later in the day. Then, we met up again the next day and kept stealing kisses from one another. I enjoyed his company, how he could make me laugh easily and make me melt with a simple wink. His fangirls would be extremely jealous, to say the least. But I didn't care as I realised why I fell in love with him in the first place.