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Christina's POV...
Jorge was unusually quiet this evening. Nervously staring down at his plate as he ate, sneaking glances at me from the corner of his eye. Usually he would talk and joke about things he saw recently, but he was just so quiet right now, I was curious.
"Jorge, what's wrong?" I asked him, looking at him nervously chewing on his food.
He dropped his fork and looked up at me from his plate, "Nothing, Chris." He turned his concentration back on his food, turning away from me.
Shrugging, I sipped at my water and set it down, listening to the noise it made hitting the table.
"Chris." I turned towards the voice, and saw Jorge kneeling down on the floor, looking up at me. "Will you marry me?"
Startled, my jaw dropped, and I stared at his nervous eyes and shaking hands holding out a diamond ring. I didn't want to say yes. I just didn't love him like I used to, but I couldn't say no either. That would completely break his heart. And I couldn't do that to him.
"Yes, Jorge." I gulped, and he smiled weakly, placing the ring over my finger. He got up and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly. I felt sick to my stomach.
When we got home that night, walking in hand in hand, Britney was sitting on the couch with Lance. They were watching a movie, completely absorbed in it. They didn't even see us come in. Lance turned around after a minute, seeing our arms linked. He must of noticed the light reflecting off the diamond, shining, because his jaw dropped and he stared at my hand in complete shock.
"Congratulations!" Lance smiled at the ring, and walked over to me, embracing me in a hug. I forced a weak smile, hugging him back. Britney spun her head around, confused at why Lance was hugging me all excitedly.
Jorge looked at her, smiled and said. "We're engaged."
Her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped. I could tell, looking over Lance's shoulder, she was trying to smile but just couldn't. The pain was forcing a frown while she the knowingness of having to smile to not seem jealous overcame her, and her lips formed a tight line. Her eyes stared at my hand, with a sort of envy and heartbreak I've never seen before in anyone.
Jorge didn't seem to notice though. He walked over to me as Lance let go of me and hugged me even tighter, whispering into my ear. "Aren't you going to hug Brit?"
I nodded faintly as he let go of me, and walked over to Britney whom was sitting on the couch. I sat down beside her and tried to smile, but all that came from my mouth was. "Are you okay?"
She nodded weakly, still disbelieving at what had just happened, then she leaned forward and hugged me. It was fake, I could tell. She wasn't happy that I was getting married, she was heartbroken and sad. And when she pulled back, I could swear I saw a tear forming in her dark eyes, but I ignored it.
Jorge was smiling proudly, his head held high, not even noticing Britney. Lance noticed though, and he walked over to us and sat down beside her. "What's wrong, Britney?"
She turned her eyes down to the floor, and simply replied back. "I'm speechless, that's all."
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Britney's POV...
I was sitting on the couch, watching a movie with Lance, when he got up. I turned my head around and there was Jorge, and Lance hugging Christina tightly, like they were reuniting after years. Why were they doing that?
"We're engaged." Jorge shoved his hands into his pockets and grinned at me.
My mouth gaped. I just couldn't believe it. I saw Christina's eyes staring at me from behind Lance's shoulder, and she looked sorry. Was this the end? This was the end of my chances with Christina. I would never be with her now. I would never kiss her. She would never even know how I feel. This was the end of the only thing that mattered in my life. This was it.
Jorge hugged her, and I felt my heart being ripped into shreds. He let go of her and she walked over to me, dropping down beside me on the couch and asked me if I was okay. Of course I wasn't okay. I had just lost everything that ever mattered and everything that my life was to become. I nodded and had to force back tears as I leaned over to hug her, trying not to explode into tears and cry all over her. If I did that, she'd know. And she'd think I was disgusting for loving her like that. She'd hate me. And I'd rather only have her friendship than nothing at all.
She pulled back, frowning. Looking at me with a deep sympathy, like she knew what was wrong with me. But she didn't. No one would know. No one would ever know. Especially not her.
Lance sat down beside me, asking me what was wrong. How could I tell him what was wrong, especially in front of Christina? Would I tell him that I was madly and love with her and was completely heartbroken now? Or that I couldn't live with the fact of them getting engaged? I just couldn't. My heart would stop just thinking about it.
"I'm speechless, that's all." I told him. Yeah. I am.