Falling For Mr. Popular

Chapter Fifteen

These Valetines Day cards makes me laugh

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My girlfriend's bitchin' 'cause I always sleep in
She's always screamin' when she's calling her friend
She's kinda hot though
Yeah, she's kinda hot though

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Chelsea's P. O. V.
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"I know that it wasn't fair of me to just up and leave without warning you first. You were going through such a hard time and I just felt so bad, so guilty for leaving you without you knowing, that I couldn't bring myself to call or even send just a simple text. I know, it isn't even a good enough reason, but believe me, if I could, I would change everything. I'm so, so sorry."

The middle of Summer before freshmen year of high school is when everything in my world was flipped upside down. It was when my dad unfortunately passed away. While it felt like I've lost all control in my life, Aaron was there, or was supposed to be there, he was my rock, the only thing from keeping me sane and steady. My mom was going through the exact same thing as me but instead she forced herself to solitude, to work on new clothes for her lines and fashion shows.

As soon as Aaron left without a word, I just felt empty, practically numb. I forced myself to believe that it was just better for me not to know where he was, so that I can just move on and forget about him. Although, that wasn't nearly enough to stop me being mad at him. After, a short couple of years, I've managed to just forgive or forget, no hard feelings, but I promised myself that if I ever see him again, he wasn't going to be able to win my trust back all that quickly.

"You left me when I needed you." I muttered harshly. My eyes started to water a bit and I chuckled dryly, looking away from him for a second, before turning back my attention to him.

''I know, and Chelsea, I swear to God, it kills me that I couldn't be there for you when you needed me.''

''I left you voice mails.'' I muttered in frustration. He stayed silent, he was just looking at me with those intense blue eyes filled with agony. "And you didn't even bother to leave one back or even send me a simple text."

"I-" I cut him off before he can complete his sentence.

"I hate this. I hate feeling like this, I feel like I'm acting like I'm some spoiled brat and- you only moved away and it's not like I get to dictate what happens in your life, I'm not your mom." I rambled, mostly to myself.

He took a step forward and lightly grabbed my arms, "You, are not, acting like a spoiled brat, you have every reason to act this way. I'm so, so, so sorry."

I looked directly into his ocean blue eyes and saw so many emotions swimming in them; regret, guilt and sincerity.

''I'm so annoyed with you.'' I whispered. I was tired, emotionally and physically, I didn't want to fight anymore, especially over something that happened almost 3 years ago.

My comment made him chuckle lightly. Catching on to the fact that I'm trying to change the aura of the conversation. "Do you forgive me or do I have to get you every Ben and Jerry's ice-cream I can find?''

"You are kind of forgiven." I replied.

"I'll take it. I wasn't even sure if you'd even forgive me or want to even talk to me at all. I would've never imagine this, if I were you, I would've slashed my tires." He chuckled, letting go of my arms. "Again, I'm so sorry." He pressed a gentle kiss on my forehead. Such an innocent move, yet could mean a whole load of different things.