Wrong Shit at the Wrong Time;;Johnny;;35

I meet Ella at the coffee shop...well more like I'm waiting for her. Thoughts are going through my mind as I'm waiting for her. We had sex last night. It changes everything. Now I'm just completely falling for her even more.  She doesn't feel for me though. I wonder if what if I moved on from her, if it would be the same? Or if I should keep fighting for what I want, which is her? 


"Hey, sorry."


I look up and see Ella sitting across the table from me. She's wearing swets and a Notre Dame hoodie and her hair is thrown up into a messy bun. I nod and smile. She looks pretty good for not caring about what to wear for coffee, even if were not drinking it. "It's fine, don't worry."


"Look...about last night..."


She had to bring it up, eh? Well...someone had to bring it up. 


"Yeah...look Ella..."
"Can I say something?"
"Oh...yeah..."
"Look...I don't know if that was a hook up or what not...but...I just..."
"What..."
"I don't know. What were you going to say?"


For the first time since I've known Ella, she looks confused. She doesn't know what to say, but her eyes are saying it all. She's lost. She doesn't feel hurt, she feels lost. And for the first time in my life, so do I. "Ella...I know you don't love me. It's fine, I'm just going to move on with my life."


"What?" Her eyes are widened now. She didn't want to hear that.
"Ella..it's fine, really, I'm gonna hurt, who doesn't hurt. Maybe in the future, we'll be together, but I think it's better for us to stay friends."


Ella's shaking her head now and I see a tear roll down her cheek. This was something she didn't want to hear. She finally looks up at me and runs her hand against the back of her neck. "Jonny...I'm going home tomorrow morning."


"Why?"
"I'm going to stay at my dads for a while. I'm not going to have my phone on. I need to think about things."
"Ella..I'm sorry if that wasn't what you wanted to hear."
"I'll talk to you sometime next week. Good luck tomorrow."


And just like that, she slipped out of my hands...again.


I walk into my room and slam the door. I am such an idiot. The door opens and in walks Brent, Duncs, Ally, Patrick, Stephanie, and Christina. I begin throwing anything I could find, coffee cups, my tooth brush, clothes...even better, I begin to rip a picture of Ella and I. Stephanie comes up to me, grabs the picture and takes my hands. "Jonny, stop it!"


"GET YOUR FUCKEN HANDS OFF OF ME!"
"JOHNNY KNOCK IT OFF!"


I finally give up and embrace Stephanie while crying like a five year old. She's rubbing my back as I cry some more. "Johnny, what the hell happened?" She finally asks me. I tell them everything, about how I'm an idiot for saying the wrong shit, how she cried and walked away, everything. Everyone is dead silent. I hate the silence. Finally, Ally speaks up. "You better win her back before she gets on that airplane."


The next morning rolls around. I rush out of my room after showering and throwing clothes on. I bang on Stephanies door. No answer at first. I bang on it some more. She finally answers. "Hey, whats up?"


"Is Ella here?"
"You litterally just missed her."
"WHAT!?"
"She just left."


I run down the hall and into the elevator. I run into the lobby, look to not see her. I run outside and don't see her. I run my hands through my hair then pull my phone out. I text her something long and important, hoping I'd get her to come back. I go back into the hotel. Game time was in a few hours. I couldn't let Ella effect my playing, but I knew she would. I sighed. I couldn't believe this.


My life and drug was out of my life and this time, it'd probably be for good.