She honestly just didn't really feel a spark. Not even a tiny speck of excitement when she saw him, not affection when he laughed or smile, not nervousness when she messed up in front of him.
And she hated herself for it.
In the beginning, it had started out great. They laughed, They talked, They hung out, She forgot about Luke because Jhonson was merely a distraction (god how she hated calling him that), everything was great. It was love. Love that kept them both happy. Love that kept them both distracted.
But she had experienced puppy love for him while he held true, undying love for her.
Why couldn't she just love him, and forget about damn Luke for one second because her best friend ruined her chances of being with Jhonson for the rest of her life, and she hated the husky for that and she couldn't even comprehend how much of an asshole Luke was and--
Oh wait. It wasn't Luke's fault. It was hers.
It was her fault for shunning Jhonson away, never givin