| Chapter Eighteen |
| I snatched my arm from his grasp, but he was too quick, he just grabbed me again. "What does it look like? It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out!" He continued holding onto me tightly, starring at my bags in shock. "Why Michelle? What are you running from?" When I was finally able to get him to let me go, I grabbed all of our bags and set them by the door. "I'm not running. I knew I shouldn't have come here. I was wrong in coming. Now, I have to go back to reality. I'll get a cab in the morning to go get Kayla." He was so stunned, so I continued ranting and raving. "I'll take some money from savings and buy tickets to get us back home. You don't have to worry." Finally he snapped, "What the HELL is wrong with you?" I looked at him, shocked. He had no clue what was going on in my head. "Justin! I have been in love with you since I was 7 years old! And now, after you left me all alone, you wanna ask me if I could ever have feelings for you! Now I ask! What the HELL is wrong with you?" He wasn't the only one surprised by my words. 'Did I just say that? What is wrong with me! I'm just making it worse!' He rubbed the side of my face with his smooth hands. I let a tear slide from my eye and I saw him cringe. "You were in love with me?" I shrugged him off and walked over to a window, my back turned towards him. "Justin, that was years ago. I got over that a long time ago." He was torturing my heart. He walked up behind me, rapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder. "You're lying." I wanted to say something in response, but he just kept on talking. "I know you felt something, and I know you're lying. So, you can drop the act Chelle. You have never lied to me before. So, don't start now." He turned me around, "Michelle. Do you remember that day you left?" I nodded my head, afraid that if I spoke I would lose control of the tears flooding my eyes. "Remember what I did before you got into the car? Of course you do. I kissed you. Well, Chelle, that meant something to me." I spoke quietly, "It meant something to me too." He lifted my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes. All I saw was complete desire. "No, you don't understand. Michelle, I've always loved you." I starred at him, 'What did he just say?' He smiled, "I never said anything because our lives were too different." I couldn't hear him. He said he had loved me. 'He had always loved me?' I looked at him, "But, why are you telling me this now?" A smile crept across his face. 'NOT THAT SMILE!' "Michelle, when I saw you tonight, all of those feelings flooded my entire being. I had already been feeling something 'other' than friendship towards you. But tonight, I know now why Britney and I didn't last." "I'm confused J. What do I have to do with any of this? Those were childhood feelings. Just childhood feelings." He shook his head no and took my hand, placing it over his heart. "No, my heart is all grown up and it's telling me something completely different. I know now that Brit and I didn't last because I wasn't supposed to be with her. Michelle, I'm supposed to be with you." |