Romeo vs Juliet ✓

21. Maybe...just maybe.

Chapter 21

Zara's POV

We were there all alone and the only thing I knew was that I had no way out. I couldn't decide whether the him apologising this way was more mortifying or the idea of looking like we were romancing in front of them all with our mics off was more embarassing.

I wanted to know what he had to say, and perhaps that was the only reason I decided to get over the mortification part.

I would be lying if I had said that I did not feel bitter. I was feeling bitter inside out and all I could think was "Explain yourself quick, Goddammit."

Oliver sensed my unease and stepped away a bit. Not that there was much space in the little cramped up balcony anyway.

"I really am sorry. Sorry to have caught you offguard and like this in public, but I really had to explain myself. And I know how stubborn you are, so this was the only way I could get you to listen to me." He gave me a defeated smile with the last bit and I felt my heart tug. Just a bit, but it did.

He kept looking directly into my eyes with a pleading look, but I turned away. The emotions I was feeling were confusing and overwhelming.

I heard him whisper a please.

"Okay. Just one chance. Just one. Because everyone has the right to explain themselves. But make it quick."

Oliver looked like he had won a jackpot.

He moved closer to me and lifted my chin slightly with his index finger so that I was looking straight into his eyes. My tummy burst open to butterflies and my heart flipped.

"Zara, I never ever would have wanted to hurt you. That's the first thing I want you to know. 

I never let you down when you were my best friend. We always had each others back and were inseparable. 

As a boyfriend I made my mistakes, but trust me, I never lied to you or cheated on you."

I gave him an icy glare and asked in a steel like voice, "Then why did you break up with me because of Hannah?"

He sighed and ran his fingers through his perfect hair. I wanted to do the same to his perfect hair with my fingers, but I had a confession to hear first.

"I never even talked to Hannah. Liking her is a completely farfetched concept. I did not break up with you because of her. 

I broke up with you because I was scared.  

Scared of hurting you and ruining our friendship along the way. I wasn't ready for a relation. Not one with you atleast. 

That's not because I didn't want to, but because I wanted to be the best for you and needed time for that. I did not want our relationship to turn into an experiment that hampered our friendship due to my incompetency.  

I simply broke up because I needed a bit of time to be the best and to get back to you. Not because of Hannah or any other girl on this planet. 

It was always and only you Zara."

I stood there dumbstruck. I knew he wasn't lying. As much as his words were convincing, so was his tone and body language. Plus, he had told me how he felt incompetent while he was still my boyfriend. I clearly remembered trying to convince him otherwise, but having failed at the attempt.

But then a flash of truth struck me like lightning.

"But then why did you kiss Hannah? I saw it with both my eyes." My accusing tone was hard to miss and so was the look of hurt in his eyes.

Even in this dim light, his eyes were so bright and expressive.

"Because I did not. Hannah kissed me, I never kissed her back. She has been stalking me practically. Virtually and physically. 

That's how she knew when were we dating and when we broke up. She used that to her advantage to show you that I was after her. 

Whenever she kissed me, she made sure we would be discovered by you and I would be caught offguard.  

I tried explaining it all to you earlier, but I could feel your hate for me. And honestly, I did not have the guts to tell you that I was scared when I broke up. Thus, I decided to wait a week and give us some time. Hannah acted out in the meantime.

Believe me, I got nothing on her. Nothing at all. And the only reason I could do nothing about it was because her father is my Dad's boss and he would do anything she would ask him to. She threatened me and the stakes were high. Couldn't risk my Dad's job, could I? So I decided to plan something out and came up with this."

I sighed. I knew this was it. I could turn away and pretend I don't care and walk out.

And regret it all my life.

Or I could believe him if not forgive him.

The choice was obvious I guess. The latter one.

"But Hannah can't be spared. I have a plan. We'll work on it. Her truth will be out. Oh and I believe you, but can't assure you that you are forgiven though. And for her sake, let's pretend I am still not talking to you."

He visibly relaxed and smirked before saying, "Atleast you believe me and now that you are back to talking with me, I hope, we will plan out something about Hannah. Sensing that you are in b*tch mode, I won't argue, so let's pretend as you say for her sake."

It was like a dam of emotions had broken in my heart. I was ecstatic and felt like a huge burden had been lifted off me.

Hating someone surely took up a lot of energy, time and thoughts. But now that it was gone, I felt as if all was well and fabulous again. 

Hatred for Olly never was there perhaps. It was a stage and it passed. That's all I could decipher for now.

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