"Look, Jonah, I've got to go, but I'll call you later. Love you!" she made a few kissing sounds in the air, and hung up, looking happy and pleased. Suddenly, it seemed like I'd been knocked over. She was on the phone with another man, and she loved him. The ache that I felt in my chest hurt badly. I was pissed-no, I was jealous. Jealous of the affectionate words she'd just spoken to another male.
She got off her bed, and turned to walk out, when she stumbled into me, and looked up in surprise.
"Nate? What's wrong?" She questioned in a concerned tone.
I was still trying to get myself in order, trying to believe that what I'd just heard was real. I was afraid to say something to her that I would regret, so I walked around her and grabbed my cell off the bedside table, and walked out the r
