I Guess I'm In Love With You || (sketchXreader)

Chapter 35

A/N: OkAyYy. Ex BOYFIE HAS BLACK HAIR AND BLUE EYES, HE IS NOT CORL AND HE DOES NOT HAVE HAZEL EYES.

SORRY FOR CONFUSION I WILL NOW DIE IN A HOLE  ;()

PLEASE ENJOY BOOK I WURK HARD !

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AND SORRY FOR CHANGING DA FEATURES LOTS OF TIMES ;((

And Tia~ Chile darling, you're scaring off my fans

(Y/n)'s POV

I glared at his face, his broad shoulders and practically his eight-pack abs that were literally see-through from his shirt.
But I still wondered, what was he doing here?? 

"Y/n, Ti," He greeted with a simple smile and nod.

"Paul," Ti and I say at the same time, returning with a nod.

He attempted to enter, but I stopped him.
I wasn't going to let him in the house that easily.

"Hold up. I told you to never come back to this place ever again," I said coldly, looking him up and down.

"Look, I'm just here to drop off some soup, I didn't realize you would be here."
He showed a plastic bag he carried in one hand.

I rolled my eyes at him.
"Tia, tell him to get lost."

Tia raised her arms in the air.
"Nope. Not my problem."
Then walked off.

I gave a blank expression. My own twin, literally just leaving me here.
Stupid Tia.

"You know what, fine. Go say Hi or whatever," I moved out of the way from the door to let him enter.

All he did was shrug and walked past me, our shoulders slightly bumping each other. I followed him to see if he had any funny business he was up to.

"Y/n! Look who came to visit!" Sub yelled as he did some weird handshake with him. And they were literally yelling like a bunch of weirdos.

"Boys, pipe down, Gramps is asleep," My grandma said, shushing them.

"Yeah bro, calm down, it's not like you're in love or anything," I joked, grabbing an apple.

"Come on Y/n, we both know you were the one in love with him," Sub retorted, laughing at his own joke.

I gave my brother a death stare as he immediately shut up.

"Um... I'm gonna go..." He said before he scattered towards his room.

There was an awkward silence between me and Paul. Tia ran off, sub was upstairs, Gran was in the backyard, Gramps was in the lounge, we were in the kitchen.

It went on for about five minutes. So I told him off.

"Listen Paul, if you've already finished what you need to do, you might as well leave," I said, gesturing the door.

"Y/n... I wasn't just here to drop off some soup..." Paul said.

"Then what?"

"I heard you were in town... so I figured we could fix some stuff up?" 

"About what?"

"About us," He said, grabbing my hands.

"Uh-uh, no way," I flicked his hands away.

"But Y/n.. hear me out-"

"No. You had a chance- Hell, Paul you had many chances, so just stop asking for more and leave me the fuck alone!" I yelled, but not too loud to be heard throughout the lounge room.

"Y/n. I promise you, I wish I was a better person, but those days- we were in high school! I was young, arrogant-"

"You don't get it Paul. Once I said we're done, we're done." I said.

"You don't get it Y/n. I've loved you since 8th grade. And I've never meant to hurt you in any way, and I've apologized. Multiple times," Paul pleaded.

"Well, you're too late. I've got a much better guy than you, already," I said, then pulled out a picture of Elijah.

"Really? I never knew you were interested in Americans," Paul said. "Plus, are you sure that's your boyfriend? Looks pretty much you're just a fangirl."

I scoffed at his words before leaving the kitchen.

"Y/n wait, I promise you, I promise that I will treat you better! Just please get back with me!" Paul pleaded.

"Paul, I'm sorry."
I looked into his eyes one last time.
"I'm sorry, but I'm also not the Y/n back then anymore,"
Then I left.