****************SC’s POV

My foot was tapping impatiently on the pavement. Where is that boy?

“Chica what is with the tapping?” Madison asked me curiously.

I know what you’re thinking, when did those two become friends? Well, after Glen said that dumbass comment, Madison dumped his dumbass. She came over to my house to dump Glen, but he wasn’t home, and she and I just hung out until he got home. She’s actually a cool girl.

“Aiden is late. He’s never late.” I mumbled whining.

Madison’s brow furrowed, “Late? Class hasn’t started yet. Have you been popping those pills again?” She joked with me, pushing my shoulder playfully.

I chuckled, “No, Aiden usually gives me an update on how Ash is doing. It was pretty much the only way I had any sort of contact with her during the summer.”

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“No, Spencer, that is so freaking creepy!” Aiden scolded me as we drove by Ashley’s house.

I looked out the window as we drove by, “Please, let’s just drive by one more time.” I begged, using my puppy dog eyes.

Aiden shook his head, “No, this is like borderline stalker. You should’ve just told her that you love her. I mean, you do love her, don’t you?” He kept driving straight, away from Ashley’s house.

“I don’t believe in love anymore.” I felt that way ever since my mom began to believe that I did not exist. If love is unconditional, like I’ve heard it is, then why did hers stop? Does love even exist? This internal battle is going on within me, and so far ‘love’ is losing.

Aiden rolled his eyes, “How does she make you feel?”

“Sad, because she won’t even talk to me!” I frowned.

He groaned, “No dip, dumbass. I meant when you were together.”

“Happy, like all the time when I was with her. When we were apart I craved her. I thought about her constantly.” Like right now.

“Okay, now that is either you’re in love with her or you’re just obsessed.” He shrugged jokingly.

“How can I be in love, whenever I don’t exactly believe in love?” I challenged him.

Aiden glanced over at me, “The heart wants what it wants and it usually gets what it wants, and Spence, your heart wants love and it’s got it.”

I rolled my eyes, letting that ‘love’ subject drop, “Can we please go back?”

“Why do you want to go back?” He asked curiously.