Across A Town Line

Chapter 20: Not and Act

Pan's POV:

I took a deep breath and waited for her voice to pierce the still silence.

"Yes?" I heard her impatient voice.

"We're ready," I winced, thinking of what Ana would say. The truth was that she was all I could think about. The thought of her disapproval haunted me, my want for her lips engulfed me, and the sound of her voice entranced me. Last night was something that shouldn't have happened, but I couldn't help it. And now, I was regretting it.

"Great, I'll be there on the new moon," she sneered, bringing me back to reality. "And Pan? Your little act last night at the kiosk was splendid."

If only it were an act...

The call ended when I heard a snap behind me. Great, now I had to deal with eavesdroppers. I stepped out of the bushes with my hands ready to attack.

"Who's there?" I was ready to throw the figure into the nearest wall when my stomach dropped. This wasn't a stranger. It was Ana.

I was about to say something, anything, when she started running. I ran too, trying to catch up to her and skidding to a stop when I saw her fall on the floor.

"Ana? How much of that did you hear?" I asked, praying that she hadn't heard the "little act thing".

"Enough," I heard and I felt the color drain out of my face.

"Ana, I-" I said, trying to explain the situation to her. Arrempting to fix what was broken.

"Stop, Pan. I'm tired of you and of your B.S. I thought that, for some stupid reason, yesterday night was real. But obviously, it wasn't. Just when I thought everything was going to be all right; just when I was starting to feel like I could be happy again. I-" I felt the threat of something so strange to me, something I hadn't done or felt in a long, long time. I felt the threat of tears.

"Ana, please just listen to me," I said, hating how pleading my voice sounded. I couldn't lose the only good thing that had happened to me in a while.

"I-I HATE you!" her words reached me, each one of them feeling like a punch to the stomach.

"Ana, STOP!" I yell, trying to get her to turn back; to listen to me. She doesn't.

I chuckle humorlessly in the dark, my eyes stinging, my fists clenched. 

"Ugh!" I yell, punching the wall nearest to me. Why the hell do I always do that? Drive the people that I remotely care about away from me. Just when I think something good could happen to myself, I always do something to lose it.

A/N: Hey guys, nothing much to say today. Again, sorry for taking forever in uploading! Well, i hope you enjoy. Much, much love x