he can tell he's gaining ground , her aversion to meeting his gaze pushing him onwards even more . he can get his pants dry cleaned , he doesn't even consider the way the tile digs into his knee caps , attention entirely focused on the girl in front of him . he doesn't even BOTHER replying to her comment about his current stature , the innocent expression slowly wiping away to once again reveal how OVER this whole ordeal he was . he forgot how insufferable he found her , cursing himself for even staying at the stupid event when he laid eyes on her . she likes that he's kneeling , begging , for her . and he's going to fight tooth and nail to go out HIS way .
her quiet response , her sudden interest in the flickering light , tells him everything he needs to know . he needs to get that fucking phone , he thinks , racking his brain on how best to acquire it . hell , if he had to throw it in the toilet he'd do it . it was obvious SHE didn't care for him , so why should he return the favour ? he opens his mouth to continue his bombardment when she speaks first . the question catches him entirely off guard , brows knitting into a confused ( and , admittedly , concerned ) expression as his head tilts as if trying to understand if she really asked that . her second question has him shaking his head , " what ? " he asks incredulously . his mouth opens , hanging there for a moment as he connects her viciousness with her hurt . HIS hurt , that HE caused . " of course i did , " he's blinking in confusion , concern , tongue wetting lips as he thinks . " of course i liked you . you â you're â that wasn't obvious ? "
he suddenly feels ashamed of how he's acted , pushing her buttons to such an extent that even THE imani had opened up . his arms drop from her sides , hands finding a knee to push himself back up onto his feet , taking several steps back to give her space . " imani . . . i'm sorry if i made you feel like i didn't care about you . " he thinks back to how poorly he treated her â lying , cheating . . . everything that classifieid him as a bad boyfriend . a bad PERSON . he runs a hand through disheveled hair , moving to lean against the door again , arms folding across his chest . " i'm sorry , really , for how i treated you . i don't know why i did that . it's fucked , i don't know . . . " his eyes , which had been on his shoes , find her once again , " please . PLEASE delete that picture . i know i fucked you over , but please . i've never told anyone about you , " the inference enough to illustrate what he means , " please . "