Nate's POV.
I said I liked her without looking at her.
Oh my, did I just say that without thinking?
I just told Isabella I liked her to her face.
Something must be wrong with me, no, something is wrong with me.
Why would I even do that?
When I eventually looked at her, I only found her staring at me like she didn't understand a word I said.
Huh… you said what?
She asked me.
I said I like you, Isabella, I like you.
I found myself repeating the words to her.
What do you mean you like me, you know nothing about me.
I'm in a mess already, no, I'm even a mess myself, you can't just add to my trouble, please.
I can't handle it, I'm tired, stressed out and frustrated as it is.
Before I knew what was happening she was already crying, I was so worried peo
