It's not just complicated, it's a disaster

Disaster (Chapter Twenty Seven)

Chapter Twenty Seven

Alex’s P.O.V

I stood leaning against the door frame that led into the lounge room. The TV was on, but unfortunately for me it was football, but I wasn’t watching that anyway. Instead I stood there watching as my father and Jet actually bonded. It was amazing that males and their love of football could actually make them close.

It was good to see them getting along so well. It brought a positive sense onto the fact that Jet’s mother would be here in two days. My dad had apparently talked to Jet’s mother and... well, they were going to sort everything out as a family.... and yes, that included me.

“Alex.”

My father suddenly noticed that I was standing at the door. I smiled at him and Jet turned around and smiled at me too.

“I’ve been looking for you,” my father said, standing up.

“You have?” The only reason I asked that is because for once he actually had a smile on his face while talking to me.

“Yes,” he nodded. “I wanted to give you this.”

I looked at him confused as he held out my phone.

“Does this mean I’m not grounded anymore?” I asked him confused.

“That’s exactly what it means,” he smiled as he placed the phone in my hand. “Lately you haven’t violated your grounding rules, done anything, in fact you’ve been acting better than you ever have.”

“So I’m officially off the hook?” I asked him.

“As long as you continue to stay out of trouble and make sure you get your sister’s wedding right,” he smiled.

“Can be done,” I said happily.

Before my father had another chance to get a word in the doorbell made sure he couldn’t speak. I looked at the door and sighed.

“I’ll get it,” I said, walking over the door.

I pocketed the phone as I opened the door to see the last person I needed to see right now. I was in a good mood, I didn’t need this.

“Zeke,” I whispered. “What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk,” he muttered.

“And what makes me think I’m going to talk to you?” I asked him, leaning against the door.

Zeke didn’t answer instead he held up a photo. I held my breath for a second and then looked back at my father who was watching us closely. I turned back to Zeke, a little breathless.

“Fine,” I caved, “but not here.”

“That’s fine,” I shrugged.

I pushed Zeke out of the doorway and turned back to my Dad before I left.

“I’ll be back in ten minutes... and if I’m not... call the police,” I told him.

That actually made me smile, and I smiled back before I walked out of the door.

Zeke and I walked down the street til we reached the park. I sat down on the bench and eventually Zeke sat next to me.

“For once I want to have a proper conversation with you. I need to hear something... and I don’t want that something to be a way of hurting me... I want something real, Alex,” he told me.

I sighed and breathed and straightened myself up slightly.

“I can’t tell you what you want to hear,” I told him.

“That’s fine,” he said quickly. “I just want to hear something that isn’t yelled at me.”

Hold it together, Alex. Why should he affect you so much now? Every other time you’ve talked to him you’ve never felt this upset. Why does it hurt so much now? When I didn’t say anything else to Zeke he placed the photo he had showed me earlier on my lap.

I picked it up and just stared at it for a minute. For course I remember this picture. I stood there in that disgusting green bride’s maid dress with Zeke’s arms around my waist as he kissed me cheek and I had that stupid smile on my face. Zeke’s father was trying to get a serious photo of us, but I don’t do serious photos, that’s what he got instead.

“I still hate that dress,” I muttered.

Zeke just laughed at me as I gave him the picture back.

“It was fun though,” he said.

“Yeah, it was,” I nodded. “Expect for the part where I fell on the dance floor and everyone saw me.”

“Not everyone,” Zeke whispered.

“I don’t know.... everyone was in the same room at the time,” I reminded him.

“I love your clumsy dancing though,” he muttered.

 I turned to face him at the same time then. For a second I actually considering throwing my arms around him and just apologising over and over again for causing him so much pain, but instead I snapped out of it and stood up.

“We can’t keep doing this,” I said.

“Doing what?” he asked confused.

“Going back to the past,” I muttered. “I can’t live in the past...we can’t live in the past.”

“I can, and I will until I know what really happened,” he said, standing up.

“What makes you think something happened?” I asked him.

He walked up to me and I just froze. He brought his hand to my chin and moved my chin slightly, making me look up to meet his eyes. For a second our lips were close to each other and I didn’t know what to do.

“Because every time I get close to you, I know I’m that the only one who feels this,” he whispered, answering my question.

I breathed and moved away from him before I got caught up in it. I shook my head and ran my fingers through my head.

“I have to go,” I muttered.

“We’re not done,” Zeke said.

“We are done... we’re done with the relationship and this conversation,” I told him, trying to walk away.

“Alex,” Zeke said, grabbing my arm and spinning me around. “Tell me... what did I do?”

“You did nothing,” I muttered.

“You keep saying it’s not my fault, I don’t believe you,” he said.

I pulled my arm out of his Zeke grip. I knew I was mad right now. If I didn’t get out of here I was going to say something I’d regret.

“It’s not your fault,” I muttered.

“Well I can’t imagine it being your fault,” Zeke shrugged. “So unless you’re lying to me-.”

“You really want it to be your fault?!” I blew up in his face then. I just yelled at him.

“It’s better than nothing,” he said, angrily, but a bit calmer than me.

I felt tears roll down my eyes, but I wasn’t crying because I was upset, or angry. To be honest I wasn’t sure why I was crying... but it didn’t stop me yelling at him, and getting my last words in.

“You slept with someone else! You slept with Evelyn.”