The Prophecy

Chapter 25

[CHACE'S POV]

 I was watching TV, when the door swung open and Trey walked in. He closed the door and sat beside me.

''What happened?'' I asked confused. Half an hour ago we were together what did he wanted now?

''Why are you doing that?'' He asked

''Doing what?''

''Pretending. About your feelings.'' I rolled my eyes, closed the TV and sat up as well.

''I'm not lying.'' I claimed. Truth be told I wasn't lying nor I was saying the truth. I didn't knew how I felt about Annabelle. All of that I had told her was true but being in love? I wasn't, and with everyone especially Trey keep on pressing me to admit something, it was really hard to figure out my feelings.

''Chace why are you doing this to both of you? There's nothing bad at''

''Being in love? I snapped and he stop talking. Or that's what I thought.

''Chace look, I know the story ok? But Annabelle is not Diana ok? I have seen the way she looks at you despite everything you've done to her. He went on. In the reference of Diana's name I felt a knot in my stomach for a few seconds. 

''Don't talk about her. ''I finally said. Diana was one of the things I hated talking about. 

''Sorry. But if you scared that Annabelle is like her, you're wrong.''

He said

''It's not...only that. It's the fact that, I don't know how I feel okay? I'm confused and after tonight that she admit she loves me I... don't wanna do anything and.. hurt her.''

I said slowly, carefully picking my words. Trey let out a long breath.

''I just want to see you happy again Chace. And I'm sure she can make that happen.''Why don't you just try?

''Try what? Being sweet? You know I hate those stuff. ''I said disgusted. He laughed and rolled his eyes at the same time

''Being you, and not being a jerk. ''

''Oh, that. ''

''Yeah that.''

''Even Evaline told me that you like Annabelle and she likes you back. ''

We both laughed with that. That little girl couldn't held her mouth closed.

''Anyway got to go. See you tomorrow  brother. He punched my shoulder and then he left, shutting the door behind him. God I hate it when he was right.

                               [ANNABELLE'S POV]