Chapter 26

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Adnan's POV

I couldn't help myself that night. I just wanted to kiss her so damn much, so I did. She looked so perfect standing there. Even in soaking wet clothes, messy hair, and with makeup staining her face, she was flawless.

She told me that she loves me. I loved her. Loved. Now, I don't know what to feel. She treats me a certain way and then now it's like she's a totally different person. It's confusing. I've moved on now, anyways I think it's best if we don't date or anything like that. It'd make the fans and media blow up and go crazy. Not to mention, it'd make my dad and coach furious specifically after they told me not to see her.

Not all stories have a happy ending.

Trinity's POV

It's been a week or so now since the kiss. Everything in my life has plummeted and took a turn for the worse. I had everything I ever needed and I threw it all away. I blew it. I blew my chance with the most perfect guy on the face of the earth.

It's almost like I've turned into Savannah. I lock myself inside my bedroom and isolate myself from everybody else. I've even had to resort to drinking, like Savannah does sometimes with her problems. It's gotten that bad. I only drank on a few occasions and now I just stare at a wall and cry. Everything reminds me of him. I just can't do this anymore.

Adnan was right, I did end up sick with a cold. My family questioned how I got sick, but I didn't tell them the truth. That night after Adnan left, I was still frozen in place. I didn't end up moving and making my way back until one in the morning. Staying out in the cold in wet clothes probably wasn't the smartest of ideas.

I sat on the couch and stared at the wall. I could feel the tears building up in my eyes. My mom and dad unexpectedly walked in. I wiped my eyes and kept my expressionless face.

"Trinity, what happened? You need to tell us."
"It's nothing really bad, I promise!"

They sat down next to me. My mother placed and arm on my shoulder. I was almost at my breaking point, but I held in the emotions. My dad did the talking.

"Are you sure? We're always here for you..."
"I'm fine," I looked away.
"You're not and we can tell."
"Everything is great, it's never been better."
"Just tell us."
"I don't need to! It's nothing, trust me. Leave me alone..."
"We're not just going to leave you alone."
"Why not?! I can take care of myself!"
"Trinity-"
"I said I'm fine!" I said, raising the volume of my voice.
"Ok..."

Thankfully, they left me alone. I couldn't take this anymore. My parents and family were just so clueless. They didn't even know what was going on in my life. I didn't have to tell them either, though.

Days now went by slow and were boring. Adnan, he was the spark in my life that lit everything up and with him gone, that light has burnt out. It's depressing to think of it that way, but here's really no other way to view this situation. I mean, we're not even friends! How can two people go from such a strong relationship to nothing? Maybe it wasn't the best of relationships, but I know we had something. I could feel it.

I need to talk to him. I just have to.

Today, I think will be the day. I've finally worked up enough courage to call him. First, I shower for the first time in days and change into something presentable. I brush my hair and wash my face. I'm getting ready like I'm going to see him when I'm not. To me, it's like I'm washing away all the negative energy that was coming off of me before.

I picked up my phone and slowly dialled his number. I paused before I hit the button to call. One deep breath and then I waited for him to answer. The phone rang... I waited. Finally, I heard a voice! But to my disappointment, it was just a message.

"Hello, Adnan Januzaj is not available right now. At the tone, please leave your message. To leave a callback number, press one."
I heard a beep, "Hey, Adnan... It's Trinity... Listen, I really need to speak with you. I know I made a terrible mistake and I'm hoping you can forgive me. Anyway, let me know. You know my number, bye."

I hung up.

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