Who You Say I Am (A Jai Courtney Fanfic)

Chapter 88-Jai

Jai

We take the stairs down and I realize it's light with foot traffic here. Everyone is probably in the congestion outside. So we take our time walking out. It's a bit busier closer to the exit. I get stopped by a few fans. I hold onto Megan's hand as I give them a couple autographs and take some pictures. As soon as they leave I observe a familiar bloke approaching her.
I squeeze her hand and she nods as he walks closer, that she sees him as well. A sheila is with him and I notice her actually wearing that gargantuan ring from the picture. Megan isn't saying anything as he approaches or attempting to flee so I stay at her side and get my phone out recording immediately.
"Megs," he says reaching out for her.
"Please, don't touch me," she says calmly moving her arm out of his reach. "What do you want, Spencer?"
"I want you back," he says softly.
"That's never going to happen," she responds. "This is the last time I intend for us to speak so say what it is that you wanted to say. You approached me, not the other way around."
"Where've you been?" he questions.
"You know where I've been. You followed me down there to drag me back as you said," she replies.
"No, I didn't," he denies.
"I saw you with my own eyes and we have a recording where you threatened bodily harm to me. I have a restraining order on you so make this quick because I'm tired of your lies, deception, and aggressive behavior," she responds. Her voice is calm and patient, though.
"Megan," he says softly. "Can't we just forget everything that happened and go back to the way it was?" he asks.
"You've moved on obviously. I think you're over me," she states.
"No, I haven't," he says.
"Look, you're here with Jessica. She's wearing the engagement ring you gave me, and you know what? I'm fine with that. You should marry her. I mean you already know her in the Biblical sense. You might as well seal the deal with a ceremony," she advises.
"She's got a good point," the sheila comments.
Megan doesn't respond.
"She means nothing to me and she knows it," the rat bag waves a dismissive hand at her focusing on Megan.
"Then why is she wearing the wedding ring you gave me if that's how you feel?" Megan questions confused.
"She got ahold of it and won't take it off," he admits.
"It's true," Jessica nods. "Thanks for the job by the way," she says to Megan smugly.
"You can have it," Megan replies seriously. "You can have him as well."
"I know, honey. I don't mind sloppy seconds as long as I get a few trinkets," she smiles.
Megan sighs harshly and looks away.
"Spencer? Can you just move on and leave me alone?  I don't want anything to do with you anymore," she tells him as her voice cracks.
"Megs, I never meant to hurt you," he says seriously.
"But you did," she replies to him. "And you know what? I was sick to my stomach with worry so much the last year that I've barely eaten until I ended it. It took me walking in on you two to realize why. I don't think I ever loved you. I'm relieved that everything happened the way it did. I didn't want to marry you and seeing you two together forced me to make a choice. I'm glad it's over. That whole situation—even though it broke my heart—made me realize getting out was the best option. It was an act of mercy on God's part to let everything play out the way it did."
He scoffs at her.
"Are we finished with this conversation Spencer? I feel like I've said everything I've been thinking, or at least the things that are the most relevant," she says.
"You can't tell me you're over me," he replies disbelievingly shaking his head.
"There's nothing really to get over," she shrugs. "You kissed me, you proposed. I never even said yes. You just insisted that I try on the ring and think about it. You never even asked my father for permission. I see why he didn't care for you. I knew something was off the whole time. But I'm grateful that you got me to be a big girl and make my own choices for once. So, I am making a choice. Since you're not ready to leave, I am. Goodbye, Spencer."
She starts to walk away and he instantly notices my hand. He sneers at me.
"Is this guy why you're over me?" he asks coming nearer to her.
I step between them and gently push her behind me. "You will not come closer to her," I tell him.
"Says who?" he attempts to look down his nose at me but I tower over him.
"Me, and my over 100,000 followers on Facey," I tell him. "This whole thing is live so if the coppers don't step in as you have threatened since you supposedly own them, the rest of the world will see it."
"Megan, who the heck is this guy who thinks he can talk to me like this?" the bogan questions.
"Babe, that's Captain Boomerang," the sheila with the ring says.
"No way," he says disbelievingly.
"Are we done here? Are you backing off or should I wave the coppers down who are over there wondering what's going on?" I ask him seeing that me stepping between them has drawn their attention.
"I'm not giving up on you, Megan," he insists trying to go around me.
"Oi, coppers! She's got a restraining order out on this bloke!" I shout out releasing her hand and waving them down as I still stand between them.
They approach and he makes a move to grab her. I block her with my body and they grab him, detain him. Megan and I explain the situation while the sheila with the ring hovers around.
"Do you know who my father is?" the bogan questions.
"It doesn't matter if you're breaking the law," one tells him. I keep recording and I'm surprised how many viewers I have. When he's being escorted out, I thank my fans for their support and close it up. Megan looks really upset. I put an arm around her and walk her out towards the 4WD.
"You alright?" I ask. She nods but doesn't speak. I take the carry bag with the blanket from her and open all the doors for her on the way out.
I open her door to the 4WD when we arrive and help her in. She sits there and stares so I buckle her in and then walk around and do the same. I start the ignition and back us out. There's a little traffic but not what I was expecting. We get out of the car park quickly and I drive her home. She's quiet—not speaking, just more staring. I'm thinking this whole situation really shook her up. I pull into her driveway and walk around to let her out. She unbuckles but takes my offered hand. I help her down. We walk inside and I greet her parents. She walks right up to her room with her coat on. I take mine off and hang it on the hook before I follow her upstairs. I enter her room to see her brushing her coat with a lint brush. Next, she empties the pockets and does the same with her shirt. I take the brush when she's finished and get her back. I set it on her desk when I'm done. She starts to cry and I hold her from behind.
"She'll be right," I tell her soothingly. She turns around in my hold and hugs me. I comfort her as she cries. I wasn't expecting what happened to go down that way but I was grateful that the coppers stepped in. It may get dismissed later but at least he didn't hurt her.
She calms after a while and wipes her eyes with one hand. She looks up at me. I gently, slowly kiss her forehead...
her temple...
her cheek...
her lips...
I realize what I've done, that I've just changed everything between us—inadvertently taken the next step.  The intense sensation of her soft lips lingers across my mine... and I can't help myself from leaning in the distance between us and doing it again. The connection is unsurpassed as I take my time kissing her softly. She eventually responds. A flow of intense desire passes through me.  I can't believe how amazing it feels to kiss her, to have those sensuous lips against mine, moving against me, wanting me. I'm completely and wholly addicted to her—forever changed. I've never felt like this before. I'm so in awe of the connection with her. I'm absolutely hooked. She slides her hands to my hair and I can't restrain myself anymore. I pash her.
She whimpers slightly in my hold but lets me while I claim her as mine. My heart is aching, beating so rapidly. I've been waiting so long to do this and now that I have, I feel so much fulfillment. This kiss... this connection to her... it's honestly the best sensation of my life—better than even sex and I realize... I really am in love with her. I know it. I feel it. I also sense a push that I ought to say so, to keep a promise to myself.  I don't ever want to lose her foolishly. I feel like I have to tell her. I break away from her lips, trailing kisses on her cheek, her neck and I whisper, "I love you, Meg."