A strangled sound escaped his throat; she was apologizing? To him? For what? Charlotte could not possibly have known about his feelings for her because he had not...Jake did not think...it had not even been apparent to him until she had left the party with Basili. He was the one behaving like a kicked dog, he did not have to be so embarrassed of not getting picked over a world class quidditch player. There was no contest, he should know that.
"Don't be sorry," Jake said, fingers curling into his palms as he stood. "You didn't---you didn't do anything wrong."
Jake's eyes dropped to his feet, feeling foolish for making Charlotte feel this way. He simply couldn't--he didn't know how to handle these feelings. He needed to get rid of them, because he knew they wouldn't lead anywhere, so---
"Don't leave because of me, I would hate---" He let out a breath, feeling like an idiot. He couldn't handle all of these thoughts. "Don't leave because of me."
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