I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

LIX.

Before Lindsey could even begin a sentence, Shannon replied with a snide tone.

"I'm hoping to God that you would explain to me why I have been stupid..." she lifted her brow.

"Shannon, I'm so sorry..." he shook his head.

"I don't know why I didn't think twice, I knew your name sounded familiar, nor was I blinded by the fact that women would look at you when we first started going out... But you could have told me you were more than just a guitaist, you could have told me you were actually one of the best in the world, come to think of it."

"I know, Shannon..." he sighed. "Just listen--"

"This whole time you've been lying to me about having known my mom... And for what?"

"Shannon--"

"Is that all you can fucking say for yourself? Shannon?" she wondered, crossing her arms.

"Can you let me explain? Please..." he put his hands together, practically begging her for the opportunity to speak.

All of the times we were together or hanging out, you didn't think to mention it?"

"We didn't want you to know, okay?" he finally blurted out with a sigh following simply because he was growing frustrated by how she wouldn't let him speak.

It really was like arguing with Stevie.

"We?" she huffed. "Oh, yeah... Guess mom lied too," she pondered. "Why would the two of you hide the fact that you knew one another from me? How does that make sense?"

"It doesn't, believe me..." he lingered. "But you have to understand."

"What is there to understand? You both lied to me and I thought you were going to give me an explanation, but clearly that's not gonna happen," she swiftly moved passed him.

"Shannon," he grabbed ahold of her wrist, pulling her back.

"What?" she finally yelled.

"I need you to hear me out," he added. "You're not letting me have the chance to explain because you're angry and I understand why."

"Make it worth my while..." she sighed, crossing her arms out of making herself feel secure.

"Shannon, the night that I met you, I showed up to that bar because I was looking to get drunk and I did. You served me," he added. "I was having a really bad day and you tried to comfort me, I found that kind of you, but at the same time, I did find you gorgeous and I found you as a way to distract me from my ongoing issues. You know that I had a girlfriend..."

In that aspect, she knew she was guilty; even recalling well that her dad and her spoke about such things the day he told her they shouldn't pursue anything together.

"Remember, we were gonna go out? I thought it was gonna be more of a fling, but I went to pick you up at your house and your mom was right there when you answered the door... I was stunned; it was no wonder I thought I had met you before, you look just like your mom. But from that moment on, I couldn't bring myself to be physical with you at all."

"But why?"

"Your mom and I have always been good friends, your dad and I never saw eye-to-eye because he always kind of assumed that your mom and I were having an affair when we weren't," he truthfully replied. "He always saw me as an obstacle. The last thing any of us expected was to be in the room together, me taking their child on a date."

She lifted her brow.

"Look, the point is, you were so sad, when you were telling me about how you felt; the things happening in your house, dropping out of school... I didn't want to add to that. I was there for you because I wanted to be, I didn't want you to think it was only because of your mom. It was only a matter of time things would straighten out with my girlfriend also and I knew we couldn't pursue a relationship. Since that day, I've seen you more as a daughter than anything, anyway."