A jiley love story.

Chapter 70- too late.

James's POV;

I took a seat, facing a quite serious Riley. I didn't know why she was looking so angry, but what I did know was I couldn't tell her. I couldn't do it, the kiss with Beth was a mistake. End. Of. Story.

"hey, did you get my calls and text?" I ask Riley.

"yeah I did." Riley replies shyly.

"didn't think to reply?" I ask her.

"nope, been a little bit pre-occupied." Riley told me.

"why? What's up riles?" I ask her.

"Well how was duet practice?" Riley asked me, avoiding my question. My heart skipped a beat or 10 beats.

"It's getting there." I tell Riley honestly.

"So I came in to the studio last night, to the music room." Riley told me. I put my hands upto my head, did she see? Nah she couldn't have, she would have screamed at me then and there.

"Why didn't you stay and watch?" I ask Riley, pretending as if nothing happened.

"I'm not sure I'd like to ever watch my world kiss Beth ever again." Riley told me looking furious.

"I'm so sorry riles." I tell her frantic.

"Why didn't you tell me james? I sat here waiting for you to tell me and you acted like nothing was wrong, so what happended if I didn't see you? Would I know right now?" Riley says hurt trembling in her voice. I couldn't take it. Sadness just rushed over me.

"I didn't want to tell you because I knew what you would say." I tell Riley honestly.

"And would I say, James?" Riley asks me.

"You'd tell me you were right and you knew this duet was a bad idea, and I know that now." I tell Riley.

"Little too late to realise that after you kissed her, isn't it Jay?" she asked me.

Riley was right, it was too late.

"She kissed me though, so shouldn't you be yelling at Beth?" I ask her.

She got up.

"NO YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR JUST AS BAD AS BETH IS. YOU LIED TO ME AS I SAT HERE WAITING FOR YOU TO BE HONEST." Riley screamed.

"Riles. I'm so so-" before I could finish my sentence Riley stormed off.

I took a few deep breathes and gathered my self, to prepare for a troupe rehersals where Riley would be. I walked up to the studio, last one to enter.

Riley's POV;

I'm sick of it, I'm sick of James, I'm sick of being lied to, I'm sick of being betrayed. I'm just sick of it all. I stretch by myself as everyone's here except James who slowly makes his way in over to the boy's. Emily calls him out.

"James, you're late." Emily states the obvious.

"And? Do I care?" James says rudely.

I was a little shocked, he was talking to Emily like that. It was upsetting to see.

"Well is something wrong? Or do you have a reason?" Emily asks sympathetically.

He looked over at me, I looked over at him, we both looked at Emily. She knew.

"After rehearsal's I'd like to see you please." Emily tells him.

"whatever." James says as he makes his way over to the boys at the ballet bar. None of the, are stretching there just talking, no doubt about me. I look away, I can't even look at him and look into his beautiful brown eyes without feeling hurt.