I Stopped Chasing Him and He Lost His Mind

At his birthday party, I spent the night with the boy next door I'd been chasing for ten years.

When I woke up, he was already getting dressed, eyes cold and full of contempt.

"That was pathetic. Even for you."

I looked at the glass of pure fruit juice sitting on the nightstand and said nothing. No explanation. No defense.

I just gritted my teeth through the soreness, went home, and cut off all contact with him for three full months.

The next time I heard from him, his mother had dragged him to our door asking for a favor.