The Best of Her

Chapter Twenty four

June.

"You're unbelievable," she mutters in such a soft way that it almost makes me crumble. "You can't be real," she shakes her head and pushes away from my hold on her. "You're too good to be true, I refuse to believe it."

Something hurt. Something is making me angry and sad for her. The fact that I'm willing to fight for her surprises her, makes her think that the bare minimum is too much, is proof enough that she wasn't treated like she deserves to. She thinks she is unworthy of a fight, Not good enough for me, not allowed to feel, and too damn scared to see how extraordinary she truly is.

"I'm not too good to be true, I'm just real enough, real enough to stand here and tell you that I'm willing to try, but I can't force you to believe me." I feel out of breath just looking at her. "I can't force you to believe in yourself," her eyes, her eyes tell me the story I want to hear. "But you should. I haven't known you for long, but I've learned that you are full of life no matter how much you try to convince yourself or the world otherwise. Mavis, you're creative, strong-willed, educated, funny, soft, and sweet under all that bitterness you use to protect yourself. I believe in you."

She gulps, holding my gaze but not speaking a word. She is not going to speak, I know. I kiss her forehead and hear her sigh, a heavy heavenly sound coming from her. She told me that me always trying my best to please everyone must be exhausting, but I can't imagine how exhausting it is for her to always be holding back like this. "I don't mind waiting, just find me when you're ready."

She looks up at me, nods and barely manages to let out. "I will walk home," I nearly laugh. She knows me enough to know what I was going to say. I settle for a small smile, "be careful."

She nods once again, dry of words to talk back to me, sending me one last glance before turning around and rushing away from me. From the bitter truth, she is trying to hide. I watch her stroll away, hands hidden in her vest pockets and head hanging low.

I watch her long enough, till her silhouette disappears from my view and I walk back inside the house ready to punch Axel. As if he knew he was in the kitchen cornered behind the table. "I didn't tell her anything bad, I was just trying to see if she was jealous." I glare and try to reach him but he moves around. "Listen to me," I'm not listening to him I'm just trying to grab him. "I didn't know she would react like that,"

I jump the table and have him by the collard of his shirt pinned to the cabinets, "You fucking ruined everything, she was finally opening up to me and you had to push her to the edge," I push him harder and hurl in his face, "you should have minded your fucking business."

He looked apologetic, remorseful but I'm too pissed to care. My ex showing up here already made things awkward and difficult but he had to open his mouth and make things worse. "I'm sorry, I didn't think she would react like that."

My arms fall to my side, and I don't even want to look at him now. I spin around and find Jamie and Nale watching us, "why didn't you stop him?"

"I tried," Jamie retort and my gaze move to Nale and he just shrugs off, "he had a point. Maybe the wrong approach but he was right about wanting to know if she is actually interested in you or just passing time, while you're actually into her."

"You think I'm an idiot?" I ask, feeling new anger seeping through my veins. Nale's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "I didn't say that," I shake my head and walk closer to him. "No, because you are acting as if I'm dumb enough to chase after a girl that I know I don't have a chance with."

I look back at Axel, "did I ever chase after a girl who didn't have any interest in me?" he shook his head. "That's the thing, man. I don't think you ever chased after a girl. What's so special about this one?"

"Well maybe if you stopped cornering her every time you see her, she would let her guard down around you and you would see what's so special about her." He clamps his mouth shut, knowing how much he fucked up. "That's right. So next time, keep your mouth shut I don't need you to make sure the girl is good enough for me. you're not my mother."

I storm off to my room, not waiting for any of their reaction because I'm tired of this bullshit. First I had to deal with Julia and her weird obsession of us getting back together and then find out my supposed friends messed up with the head of the girl I actually care for.

Sitting down on my desk chair, I heavily sigh and pinch my eyebrows trying to get the headache to go away and trying to utterly forget the conversation I had with Julia.

"Is she the reason you're ignoring me?" she asks and I respond with much honesty. "Yes."

"Do you see the downgrade you're about to make? The huge mistake you're about to make?"

"I won't tolerate you disrespecting her, so watch what you say. I'm nice to a limit." she stares at me stunned until she shouts back, "she disrespected me first,"

"You were provoking her, I know when you're faking being nice and that's what you did downstairs."

She starts pacing back and forth, running a hand through her hair. "I can't believe this, I can't believe you, June." she stops and stares at me, "I thought it was clear that we were only taking a break and we would eventually get back to each other." she throws a pointed finger at me and then at the door, "but you trying to replace by that actually hurt my feelings."

"I told you to watch your mouth when you speak about her," I warn her and I'm getting frustrated, losing my patience. "I never said I would get back with you, I made it perfectly clear that we were just friends. But you're taking my goodness for granted now, it's time you wake up from your delusion because you and me it's not happening again."

Hurt flashes across her features and a ting of remorse hit me. Maybe I was too harsh, I hate hurting people's feelings. "You don't mean that," I exhale and shake my head. "I'm sorry Julia but I do mean it."

She bites her lip, a scowl form it's way into her face. "When you realize that your little emo girl wasn't worth it, you will come back begging for me." I don't think so but whatever she wants to believe as long as she leaves me alone. When I don't say another word, she takes it as her sign to leave.

What Mavis said to her was mean, I know that but I somehow don't care enough about Julia right now to feel bad, all my thoughts and worry are for Mavis. Only her and her only. Maybe I am asking too much of her, and it's not fair for me but I can't help it. I'm tired of acting like I don't want to fall in love with her. Because I am ready to give her my heart and soul and it might sound delirious and crazy but I feel something for her that I've never felt toward any other girl.

We are so different but somehow everything feels right with her. Everything feels good. All I want to do is hear her talk, laugh, breathe and all I want to see is her smiling. And her touch, Jesus. It's like heaven and hell all at once, I crave for more every time she touches me.

And somehow I feel like if I told her my deepest thoughts, my secrets, and hidden motivations, she would understand, she would feel me, she would tell me that I'm not ridiculous.

I didn't know I believed in soul mates, but meeting Mavis Spencer is changing every belief I ever had.