Saving Grace (On Hold)

Mistakes and Regrets

Boom. Here's the next chapter. I'm off college/sixth form and my work doesn't start until sometime in August so I have A LOT of free time. Which surprisingly sucks. Anyway, it's good for you guys since you get chapters a lot faster. 

If you haven't read the chapter before this, then go back and read it because I doubt it will make much sense without it. Sorry for any errors, I did spell check but I really couldn't be bothered proof reading because this took me most of the day to write.

This chapter is dedicated to EspositoN for her comment on the last chapter, it was great to read your thoughts and I love how invested you were in the chapter and my characters. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

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“So, here is the tough choice… fish food or cookie dough?” Josh said, holding both tubs like he was weighing them. I laughed at the torn expression on his face, his green eyes scrunched up in concentration. 

Josh stood in my kitchen for a good five minutes trying to decide before giving up and bringing both to the sofa grinning happily as he tucked into both, I laughed before pressing play on the DVD player. We had had a movie marathon; Josh surprisingly didn’t mind watching all the girly chick flicks and happily sat through Mean Girls, The Wedding Date and many more.

The opening credits of White Chicks flashed on the screen when the door bell went for the first time that night, Josh and I looked at each other curiously before Josh stood up his grin turning quickly into a frown.

“I’ll get it,” I said jumping up from my seat quickly, disturbing Patch who lay curled next to me. I hadn’t made it all the way to the door when Josh grabbed my arm to pull me back. “What? I’m just going to answer the door.”

“Grace, has it crossed your mind that it might be Noah?” Josh asked, his eyes showing me he was deadly seriously. I shook my head and pulled my arm from his grip.

“No.” Lie. It had crossed my mind all night; some small part of me wanted it to be Noah at the door though I wasn’t too sure why I wanted that at all. I regretted not letting him explain, though I knew I shouldn’t have regretted anything. I wanted to hear his explanation, maybe there was a perfectly good reason. The image of Noah and Lydia flashed through my mind, arms looped tightly around each other, lips crushed together and I knew that I really didn’t want to hear any explanation he had. 

I wasn’t angry; Josh had plenty of anger enough for the both of us and then some. I was upset and hurt by what Noah did, it wasn’t just kissing Lydia it was the thought of if I didn’t witness it, would things have been different the next day? Would Noah have still been flirting and acting like he actually cared for me? If it wasn’t for Tory and Coby’s reactions I would have just assumed that it was a trick played on the new girl for some sadistic reason.

“Noah wouldn’t bother Josh, he’s with Lydia. I think the two of them made that very clear in school,” I continued dryly, letting the words tumble out of my mouth with no concern for the affect they had on my heart. 

I wished at that moment that my front door had a peep hole, or even a glass window, so I could be sure that what I was saying would be true. If it was Noah then I had to face him now, where rumours couldn’t be spread. If it wasn’t, then no harm done. I pulled the door open and the face that greeted me wasn’t what I expected at all.