Learn to love again

Chapter 2 You again?

Chapter 2 You Again?

      I instantly had a flashback from grade eight. {FLASHBACK}

I saw Justin racing down the court his head was down, I quickly got in position for the charge and closed my eyes and braced myself. He came faster than I expected and the impact knocked me off balance I fell back and landed on my shoulder, I heard a loud CRACK echo though the gym. "AWWWE" I cried in pain as I hit the floor. I opened my eyes and saw Justin kneeling beside me; he had a sorry\troubled expression written over his face.

      "Jay, are you okay can you get up, I'm sorry I wasn't looking up." I saw Justin's hand reach out to help me up; before I took Justin's hand I gave him a weak smile and said:

      "Justin it’s okay, I'm fine I just hurt my shoulder a bit." I went to take his hand, but the minuet he touched my hand pain shot through my hand and up my arm into my brain it felt like I just got hit over the head with a two-by-four. I let out a sharp cry of pain Justin imminently let go. I heard him yell to the guys saying

      "Someone hurry gets coach I think its bad!" I opened my eyes wincing in pain, I voice saying "It's alright Jay you're going to be fine just stay still..."

      Three weeks later.....

      "Come on boys let's go! This isn't practice, this is it, now hustle. Justin go left then deck right. Justin did as he was told, he caught the ball and started racing down the court, but time was running out I yelled at Justin to shoot, he looked at me like I was crazy it was way too far from his comfort zone. But he shot the ball anyway, the buzzer rang and the net swished. We had won everyone rushed over I Slapped them on the back as we went to the change room I was congratulating them when Justin interrupted me

      "Okay let's give credit where its deserved we wouldn't have won if it weren't for Jays hard coaching on us since she was out because of her shoulder" And with that Justin gave me a hug and the guys all cheered. Justin pulled away and gave me the game ball.

      "Are you sure?" he looked at me and smiled

      "Yes you deserve it, without you we wouldn't have won it in the first place, know here take it.” He gave me a cheeky grin as his placed the trophy into my still shaking hands.

      8 months later

I was sitting on the couch watching cartoons when the door bell rang. I got up from the coach with my bowl of Cheerio’s in hand. I must have looked a mess; I was wearing smiley face boxers and Justin's old shirt he left here, with my hair tied up in a messy bun. I was a sight for sore eyes. When I arrived at the door, I opened it, and there was Justin with a tired weary expression written all over his tear stained face. "Can we talk outside?" he asked just barely above a whisper.

      "Yah sure, just let me grab coat." I grabbed my basketball hoodie from where it had been thrown on the floor and fallowed him outside out to the lawn. The wet grass felt cool against my bare feet. I looked up at just who was at least a head taller than me, he looked as if he was about to cry. Now in all the years I've known Justin not once have I seen him cry, not even when he broke his cooler bone playing hockey. "What’s wrong? Are you okay? You look like you're going to die." I questioned utterly confused. But he just gave me a lifeless expression as he spoke.

      "I'm...I'm moving, today." With those three words he broke my heart and the tears began to fall. I felt him reach his strong arms around me and pull me close. So I could smell his colon. His body began to shake so I knew he was crying as well. We both just stood there bawling are eyes out until finally he sniffles and pulled away. "Jay I'm so sorry, I just didn't know how to tell you, but I promise never to forget you." Then he started to cry all over again as he placed his precious Mew York Yankees hat on my head. I looked up into his teary eyes asking with mine are you sure you want me to have this? He just nodded; I wiped away both our tears and said:

       "Good luck out there, always remember where you came from. And most of all that a girl can beat you on one-on-one any day, any were." We both started to laugh, when as if on cue Justin's mom honk the horn signalling it was time for him to go. But as he left he whispered in my ear there's a message in your hat. As they drove away a single tear fell down my cheek and onto his hat that I was now holding.

//end of flash back//

I was brought back to reality by the sound of his voice

      "Umm... can I help you with something?" He had a very confused look plastered across his face. I quickly regained my composure,

      "Yah it's just you're...." He cut me off before I had a chance to finish.

      "Yes I know I'm Justin Bieber, but if you don't scream or cry I'll give you tickets to my next concert, I just want to get through this flight without tears okay." I gave him a look of hatred, he didn't remember, but then again I didn't look the same both that Jay was gone and this was the new Jay

      "I don't care who you are, and I don't want tickets to your stupid concert! I just want you to get out of my seat, but it's too late now so I'll just have to sit in yours." I scowled as I slid across to the window seat. As I looked out the window I felt his gaze wash over me. I turned around "What do you want!" He instantly dropped his gaze to the floor, and for a second I felt bad for yelling at him, but then I reminded myself of what he did to me in the summer of grade nine. He shyly responded to my cold remark

      "I feel like I know you from somewhere have we met of something?" I couldn't help but smile at myself. "What?!" he said.

      "Nothing.” I said looking away, but he kept pestering me. I knew Justin wouldn't give up until I told him so simply said: "I went to Stratford Middle School, and High school." Then I looked away to signal that the conversation was over. He seemed somewhat satisfied, but every so often through the flight I felt his eyes on me. I knew he was trying to place me. I pulled my hood over my head and fell into a deep sleep.