Only the Beginning

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight:

Ellie's POV.

The next day.

Lauren: oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!

Me: it's alright. I guess it just wasn't meant to be.

Lauren: no. It definitely was. Did you see the way he looked at you?!

I look up from my phone where I was reading the text from Lauren. Really, I hadn't noticed how he looked at me. I noticed a lot of other things he did. Like how he scrunched up his nose when he laughs hard. Or how he raises one eyebrow a lot if he is confused or is asking a question. He even does that when he is giving you his your-such-a-dork-what-the-heck-are-you-talking-about-look.

Why am I even thinking about him? I mean yeah, he's hard to move on from.

First of all because he was the only real relationship I have ever had. And second, I thought I loved him.

Me: no. How?

I tap out the reply and head over to the kitchen, open the freezer and grab a tub of mint and chip ice cream. Bad, I know right.

I honestly should never eat this stuff, ever. But it was left here from when Justin and I had a movie marathon. That was fun.

Stop it!

Stop thinking about him.

I slump down into the couch with a bowl of ice cream in my hand, grab the remote from the coffee table and flip on the switch. It's a new channel.

I'm about to change it when I hear my name.

"I know, looks like Ellie was just another one to come and go for Justin," one talk show host say to another.

"Yeah. I mean. I thought they REALLY were gonna last. From the way he talked about her. He sounded in love," the other host says.

"Well. Maybe they will get back together?"

"Doubtful. We already determined Justin's player ways," the reporter says and I turn the tv off letting a tear slide down my cheek.

So, I was just another girl. Caught up in Justin. Another one to come and go.

I'm so stupid. How could I have fallen for this? I've never bought into guys bull.

Then again. Justin wasn't fake with me at all. He was down to earth and sweet and just his normal self the whole time. From day one.

There's a knock at the door a few minutes later, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Who could possibly be here at this hour? I grab my phone to check the time and it's 9:47. Okay not that late at all. But still. To be knocking on someone's door?

I walk into the kitchen and set my bowl on the counter, and then walk over to the door while wiping my eyes. Before I get the chance to answer there's another knock.

I open the door to Justin with his guitar in his hand.

"Ellie, before you close the door just let me explain. I need to-" he say quickly before I interrupt him.

"No." I say flatly and begin to close the door before Justin sticks hi foot in between the door frame and the actual door.

"Ouch!"

"It's your own fault, now get your foot out before I slam the door harder."

"No," he says sternly, "I need to tell you something."

"What? That your sorry? You didn't mean any of the things you said last night? That you want to make it up to me? Take your pick."

"I'm sorry. Yes. It was wrong of me to scream at you. I shouldn't have done that. And doing that was the worst mistake I have EVER made," he tells me very seriously and I open the door only slightly more.