~Austin's POV~
"What?" Jenna gasped. Her mouth gaped open as I looked down again.
"I love you, Jenna." i repeated, again. My hands gripped on to my knees. I could feel my hands shaking and my breath picking up.
"Austin, are you sure?" She asked. I looked up with the biggest smile on my face. Did she think I was joking? I'd only known her a few days, but I loved her. I cared. I did.
"Yes. Don't you get it? I love you. I do." I couldn't say it again. She was crying now. I hoped it was happy tears, but she wasn't acting like it. She put her hand on the door like she was about to get out.
"Wait, what's wrong?" I asked. I followed her out of the car. She stormed around the parking lot.
"No, Austin. You shouldn't love me. I've made so many mistakes, and I'm a failure, and nothing ever goes right for me." She was screaming. I went up to her, just to get pushed away. I could see hatred in her eyes; not love. She pushed me away again.
"Jenna, what the hell is wrong with you?" I asked her. She shook her head.
"Just go home. Leave me here. I don't deserve you. You don't deserve someone like me." And with that, she began walking down the street. I watched her red shirt disappear into the day light. My arms dangled by my sides, and I groaned in frustration.
"Jenna." I said louder. Nothing. I hurried to my car and started it, hoping I'd be able to catch her. I slammed my foot down on the gas and sped down the street, only to see an old man in his yard.
"Excuse me." I rolled my window down.
"Yes?"
"Did you see a blonde girl with a red shirt on walk past here?" I asked him. He looked up, thinking for a moment. He shook his head. I didn't even wait for him to tell me if he saw her or not, I drove back down the street. My eyes scanned the sidewalks, and the yards. She was nowhere in sight. Where could she have gone? It was about 10 in the morning. Nothing could have been open.
Then I saw a red shirt disappear into a red brick building, with black lettering on a sign. It was called "Harco's Tavern". My heart dropped. No. Why does she have to do this to me?
I pulled up into the parking lot and got out. She was coming home with me. Whether she wants to or not. I was sick of her games. And now she'd learn that she needs to stop.
I stormed into the bar, my hands balled into fists. I could see her sitting at the bar, next to an old guy with a bottle in her hand. She was smiling, and laughing. I felt an ease of pressure come into my body. She didn't even see me. So I decided to play a game.
I went over to the bar and sat down. My hands shook as I watched her flirt with him. Her eyes showed lies. She didn't care for him. She was just thankful for the free drink. My eyes were glued to her. I just wanted her to see me sitting there.
"Jenna." I almost screamed. But it came out as a whisper. She didn't see me. She didn't even notice me. I was just about to speak up when I saw his hand on her thigh. And right then, in that moment, I snapped. I walked right up to the guy, hooked my hands into the collar of his shirt and pulled him off her. He almost shoved me into the wall, spinning around and grabbing my shirt. I got a good look at him then.
He had a full beard that came from his ears and met at his chin. He had dark brown eyes, that were surrounded by stress lines. He had short brown hair that was all shagged up, and honestly, he kind of looked like the actor Norman Reedus. He was very muscular, and that scared me. He was almost as tall as me, too.
"Get off me." He snorted in my face. His arms almost lifted me up as they dug into my under arms. He pushed me back, and I crashed into a wooden table. Everything was all fuzzy. I couldn't see Jenna. Just a man looking down at me. He fixed his green t-shirt.
Like the idiot I am, I got back up and pushed him back into the bar. He looked up at me. What was he staring at?
Then I felt a huge fist collide with my cheek. I was instantly taken back. I fell to the floor again. My arns were weak, and I felt empty. I felt weak. I felt embarrassed.
The only thing I did was pick myself up and leave the bar. I walked straight to my car, opened the door and got in. My hands shook as I gripped the steering wheel. But before I could start my car, I felt the warm tears stream down my face. I couldn't handle it. I couldn't watch her go like that. It wasn't fair.
I wiped the tears, started the car and drove straight down the road. The pit in my stomach kept saying, "Go get her Austin. She needs you." I refused to listen. If I lost her, it isn't like I never fought for her. I drove that bastard Denny away for her. Whatever. This always happens.
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~One week later~
I opened my apartment door and walked in. Everything was reminding me of Jenna. And it killed me. No matter what I saw, or what I did; Jenna.
Lately, I've been hanging out with Alan and Tino. They'd come over my house, we'd watch TV for a bit, talk about music, then they'd leave. And I'd be stuck alone.
I walked straight to my room and face planted on the bed. My hands found my pillows and pulled them under my head. The lonliness was killing me, but I was slowly getting used to it. I missed everything about Jenna. I remembered everything about her. Everything.
"Hello?" I heard a voice from my living room. It wasn't Jenna, but it was a girl's voice. I jumped up and went in the room to see a brown haired girl in a blue shirt and black jeans staring back at me.
"Who are you?" I asked her. Her face blushed with red, and I realized how stern I must've sounded.
"I'm Taylor. My friend Jenna told me to come here and get her stuff. I'm sorry." She said quietly. My throat dried up as I nodded. I kept quiet as I went into my room, picked up her red suitcase and brought it out to the girl. She hooked her fingers into the strap and began rolling it down the hall way.
"Tell Jenna I can't stand being alone." I choked out. She just nodded and pulled the suitcase down the steps. I felt a pain in my heart as I went back into my apartment. I ran my fingers through my hair and sat down. I couldn't stop the crying. My hands wiped away each tear, but they just kept coming. I didn't want to be alone. I wanted Jenna with me. But it felt like I was falling through the cracks. I better learn to live alone.
