Dylan POV:
Confessing to a girl you've been pining over is supposed to go one of four ways. She says yes and you celebrate, she says no and you move on (eventually), she stays silent and leaves you in an agonizing limbo, or she avoids you like you've sprouted a second head. What doesn't usually happen? Getting lashed out at like you've just kicked her puppy.
Confessing to Ella wasn't something I decided on a whim. I'd been thinking about it for weeks, maybe even months, building up the courage to finally tell her. I figured it was better to get it out in the open than to keep tiptoeing around my feelings. What was the worst that could happen, right?
Wrong.
I thought confessing would maybe soften her stance toward me, at least a little. Ella was always sharp with her words—sarcastic, sassy, and sometimes downright brutal. But I'd seen glimpses of the softer side she kept hidden, and I thought if I laid it all out there, she'd at least respond with a little more kindness.
