Tangled Love

The sting behind my eyes intensify and my body aches in places I didn't even knew exist. When I shift or move positions, an uncomfortable grunt involuntarily leaves my lips. The exhaustion I've felt the past few days is beginning to take its toll on me. My body feels like it's on strike, refusing to function correctly unless I give in and sleep. It's not that I'm refusing to sleep, it's simply that my brain won't shut down for one night.

I'm wearing an off the shoulder baby pink shirt and my hair is scraped back into a messy bun. Underneath I wear my pyjama shorts from last night and I plan to remain like this all day. My mind wondered to last night when things became awkward between Jake and I. I'm planning on avoiding the topic entirely today. The kitchen door swings open and Jake waltz in, his hair wet from the shower.

Speak of the devil.

I scroll aimlessly through my phone, avoiding eye contact with him. . . It's easier said than done.

Especially when the boy always looks so damn good.

Jake notices my hostile personality towards him and he sighs heavily, making me aware of his presence. I watch from the corner of my eyes as he walks over to the microwave, placing some oatmeal inside. He turns it on, the beep of the microwave filling the silence between us.

"Sleep well?" Jake asks me quietly, turning to look at me. His voice is strained, holding back from what he really wants to say to me. I simply shake my head and carry on scrolling through my phone, glancing at my unread texts. Multiple messages from Mum asking of my whereabouts. I roll my eyes at my phone, feeling surprised that she'd even noticed my missing presence. I turn my phone off, placing it down onto the dining table before putting my head in my hands.

eyes here, I could power nap. . .

oatmeal towards me, dropping a spoon beside it as he

"Eat it, it'll give you energy."

thanks, I'm not hungry." I reply, my voice exhausted as I push

"You should eat something Emily."

"I'm really not that hungry," I shoot back at him, noticing his

pushing the bowl back towards me. I raise one brow, passing it back to him so it looked like we were playing a game of pass the parcel.

car, I don't need fuel." I say light heartedly, wanting him to drop the subject. The real problem between us is currently being disguised as a god

and get some sleep. Enjoy your oatmeal Melvin," I smile tightly at him. He raises one brow but doesn't question my actions. The awkward atmosphere

up the stairs, putting some distance between Jake and

on my bedroom door. I pause and look up at him, both of us creating eye contact

blue in his eyes burn brightly as he looks at me, pleading with me to talk to him. I slowly nod my head.

confusing, that's all." I say quietly, avoiding eye contact with him. He takes a seat on my bed, blowing out a deep

if I can explain, it's difficult."