Now? Now she was just getting annoyed and frustrated. How many times did she have to apologise for him to fucking believe her? Or was he always this stubborn? She didn't really remember him being this hard to please. Dammit.
She turned towards him, a slightly confused and angry expression upon her features. "And maybe I don't want you to, Tyler! If you can't, then don't. Excuse me for trying to get you to understand, Jesus Christ!" she exclaimed, and spun around on the spot as she clutched her head, fingers pulling tightly on her hair.
She released her hair, and inhale deeply as she looked at him again, taking a few steps closer to him. "Do you want to know why I'm trying so hard to get you to believe me or at least talk to me again? Because this is hell, okay? I'm not okay without you, and I never will be. I don't even care about anything else that much anymore. Prom isn't exciting, cheer sure as hell isn't exciting, college doesn't matter, trying to get the best grades doesn't matter because none of it fucking involves you. I royally fucked up, and anyone with a pair of eyes could see that. I'm.. completely head over heels for you, Tyler. I always have been and always will be. But my life is absolutely nothing if I don't have you there. What I did was the biggest mistake of my entire life, and I know I can confidently say that it's true. I've never hated myself more than I do right now. I've never wanted to just lock myself in my room for the rest of eternity because of what I did more than I do right now. And if I could change everything that happened? I would, but I can't do that. I can't make things any better, which you've made perfectly clear to me several times tonight. And I have no intentions on giving up, you of all people should know that. But I also won't bother you or take up your time any more."
Leila heaved a sigh, and chewed roughly upon the inside of her lower lip. "I guess I'll go, then.." she trailed off in a less intense tone, and turned from him to take a few steps away from him in the opposite direction. She coughed into her palm, and crossed her arms tightly over her chest as she continued to walk away from him and back towards her house, having walked here instead of driven.