Intoxicated In His Love #Wattys2015

Chapter 8

Feelings. If feelings had an on and off button my life would be filled with happiness. Maybe if God made us without a heart we would be able to live our life peacefully. This heart, it ruins you. It takes away your freedom and happiness. Once this heart decides to becomes someone else's you're pretty much not your own self anymore. Sometimes I really wish I hadn't fallen in love, or had a power which helped me not develop feelings for anyone.

"Aila, are you okay?" James asks.

"Mhm? Oh yeah I'm fine. Why are you asking?" I ask.

"Ive been calling you for the past 5 minutes. I guess you were deep in thought?" he says.

If only he knew. He seems happy, he thinks everything is going to be fine. But I am scared, what if he gets detached from me? What if my family's rules make him run away from? He will probably go for someone who can be with him without having to find excuses. Someone better, and prettier. It's not that I'm not happy with how I look, but I mean there are way better looking girls out there that he can get in a second.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" I ask.

"Would you like to grab some coffee?"

"Sure, sounds good," he looks at me for a brief second then back on the road. I really wish I could be with you. Only you.

"So, how many guys have you dated in these 3 years," I can sense seriousness in his voice. But he says it in a playful way.

"Mhhhmmm too many to count," I play along.

"Really? Mind making a list of their names?" he laughs.

"Why bro you gonna beat em up or something," I say.

"Bro? Really? And maybe something like that,"

"Yeah bro. Is there something wrong in calli- oh. Well mister I'm very sad to tell you this but you'll have to beat up the blank paper," I tell him.

"Seriously? No boyfriend? Then why were your friends saying that you have one this morning," he says.

"That was a joke. If I had one I wouldn't have been here. I am a loyal woman. And your ass better be loyal too otherwise imma whoop you with a wooden spoon,"

"Say what," he says. And then burst out laughing. Oh that melodic voice, not. He sounds like a dying horse. I joke, his laugh's nice.

"Anyways are you still dating her? If you're please tell me right now so I can get out of this car and walk back to Narnia," I say in a very serious tone. I'm dead serious.

"You won't have to do that. I broke up with her," he says.

"When?"

"Three years ago," I look up at him in lightening speed. I'm surprised my neck didn't fall off.

"T-three years ago? That's when I started high school..."

"So you only like to drink icecaps or what," aha I see what you did there bro.

"Nope, other drinks too. But man I'm obsessed with icecaps like really obsessed. The whole world knows my obsession including every single Tim Hortons around my house,"

"That's great. But you shouldn't drink this much caffeine it's really ba-" I cut him off.

"Ahhhhhhhh I knowwww that it's bad for my health blah blah blah but then again so are you," I smirk.

"Am I?" Uh oh what If he takes it in a wrong way.

"Yes, my friend you are. Your touch makes me-" I stop right there. Oh god Aila what the hell. I can't go around telling him that his touch makes me stop breathing yet I still want more of it.