A Little Cinderella Moment

Chapter 80

Savannah P.O.V

Sitting on a stool, on the balcony, losing myself to my music I hear a deep voice shouting. "WHAT THE FUCK!" I put my guitar down, I stand up leaning over the balcony to see if I can hear where that voice came from. "Hello? Who's there?" I call out into the darkness.

Seeing something coming out of the shadows in the corner of my eye I see someone coming into the light. "It's me Savannah." What the fuck? What is Chase doing standing in my backyard?

"Chase? What are you doing here? I thought you left?" I ask him.

"I was about to leave, but then I heard you singing. So, I followed the sound of your voice and I wanted to listen for a little while before leaving."

"But why? I don't understand."

He stands closer to where I am stood looking around to see if there is any way he can get closer. I see he spots the vine trellis, and he charges over to it and starts to climb. I lean further over to watch him climb up, secretly hoping he doesn't fall and hurt himself. As he reaches the top of the trellis he leans over and climbs onto my balcony.

"You want to know why Savannah?" I nod looking at him, he takes hold of my face with both hands and crashes his lips to mine, and kisses me with such force I can feel his heart beating so fast up against my chest. He pulls away from the kiss never letting go of my face so I can't look anywhere but at him. "That's why. I am still here listening to the woman I love sing as that is her passion. I am still here desperate to talk to you, to fight for you, fight for us."

"Is there even an us Chase? Because I saw you and Candace kiss. For all I know I'm your rebound to make her jealous." I admit my fear.

"Savannah, that is all bullshit. Deep down you know it too. I am not back with Candace; I will never be back with Candace. I choose you; I will always choose you." He takes hold of my hands squeezing them gently. "Sweetheart I need you to believe me. I didn't invite her to the dance remember I asked you to be my date, not her, you. I came here for you. Fuck, Savannah I even told your father that I would pull the trigger on his gun at myself if I ever made you feel like this again."

Is he insane or just crazy? "Why would you tell him something like that?"

"Because I'm in love with you Savannah. You and only you. I came here for another reason."

Another reason? "And what is that other reason?" I'm curious to know what this other reason is.

"Well after we talked, I planned to ask you out on an official date. I want to date you. I still mean what I asked you at the dance when I asked you to be my girlfriend. I just hope that I still get to call you that after tonight."

How could I not forgive him after everything he has proven to me tonight? No guy has ever done this for me before. Standing up to my father and even saying he will happily pull the trigger on himself. He must be crazy, and I would be insane if I didn't forgive him.

"So, what do you say Savannah? Am I forgiven?" He looks at me with desperation in his eyes, holding on with a beating breath wondering if I will crash his dreams or make everything come true.

"I forgive you Chase, but I can't forget. You found out at the dance today is my birthday and it started amazingly. But then it turned to shit when I saw you walk out of the ballroom and for me to find you with her and she was kissing you. That is just something I cannot forget."

"I understand that you won't forget that after all it was because of me is why she was there. But I planned to remove her from the dance before you knew I was gone. I didn't know you saw me leave. I thought the stage lights were that bright you couldn't see the audience."

"That's usually the case but when it comes to you, I can see you and follow where you're going even if I was blind. I don't know why but I just do." I turn my head away hiding my embarrassment.

He tilts my face holding it up with one finger under my chin he looks deep into my eyes that I feel it down into my soul. "Sweetheart you are the only person I see in every room. You captivated me the moment we bumped into each other that very first day. That's how much you mean to me." With his other hand, he cups my cheek, brushing his finger over the apple of my cheek. "Please let me make it up to you. Tomorrow, I will take you on a date and give you a birthday you will never forget. After all, it's not every day Cinderella turns 18." He smiles at me, and I like the idea of a birthday I'll never forget.