It Led to...

She's Mine

A/N: this chapter is dedicated to ChickFlick9 for being a follower, thnx!

Chase's POV:

 "Hey, Chase, man, can we like talk in private for a few minutes?", Trystan nodded as we both got up.

What the hell does this fucker want now?

We walked over to the other side of the store, so Meghan couldn't see us.

"What do you want?", Trystan growled at me as we sat down opposite of each other.

"Nothing to do with you", I shrugged, stay calm Chase.

"Well get the hint buddy, stay away from Meghan, we both know your trouble."

I narrowed my eyes. "I'm trouble, please, your the one who left her to go fuck some random bimbos, your loss".

His glare deepened. "I love her, and she loved me, unlike she ever will to you".

"She loved you, past tense, now she likes me. I'm not a jerk, a bitch that cheats on his girlfriend. I actually love her, unlike you ever did. She's mine, so back off dumb ass.",The anger within me boiled. And that was partly because in the inside I knew Meghan doesn't really like me, and I was jealous Trystan might have an actual chance. With that I got up, and went over to Meghan's booth. I was sick of this Trystan ass. He doesn't deserve Meghan. 

Never did. 

Never will.

She's mine. Or at least will be.

Trystan's POV:

My blood boiled. Who does this asshole think he is?

I know I'm a fucker, and what I did was screwed up. But I did love Meghan.

It might have been a dare at first to date her. But over that short period of time, she managed to steal my heart. I knew I already stole hers too. We were meant to be together, a match made in heaven.

I just had to be a sentimental jerk and ruin things for her. I know I don't deserve her.

But I could have made it up to her. That bastard got in my way.

I got up from the booth, and headed towards the restroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror. What I saw was a monster. A heartless soul trapped in a hot god worthy body. Okay, maybe that was to egoistic.

I had to sort things through.

So I got out of the bathroom, and headed towards the booth, forcing myself a confident smile.

"So Meghan, I just got a call saying me and Miranda have to go", I smiled. "Come on babe?", I gestured towards Miranda.

She got up and wrapped an arm around my waist. My body tensed at her touch. In a bad way.

But before I leave, I had to have an important talk.

"But before I leave, Meghan, we need to talk.", I looked at her. 

I can't believe I haven't seen it before. Meghan was so beautiful. 

She was perfect.  She wasn't a pussy. Se didn't care whether her nails broke in playing soccer, or anything for that matter. She didn't do that carb shit most girls do.

And she had a pure heart. It was then I realized Chase was right,  dumping Meghan was a huge lost.

"Well, I don't want to talk to you", she glared at me. 

"But-", I got interrupted.

"You heard her, she doesn't want to fucking talk", Chase growled.

I chose to ignore him as I continued pleading. "Meghan please, I swear just 3 minutes. And then you won't ever have to see me again.", I put a look of desperation in my voice.

She looked at me as if she felt sad and pity towards me. "Fine", she mumbled as she got up from her seat and headed to the other booth. 

As we walked I could feel a hole burning in my skull from someone's intense glare.

I turned around for a mere second to see Chase, glaring at me with so much intensity I wasn't scared of.

We sat down, as Meghan looked ta me expectantly. 

"Look Meghan, I know you hate me", I started.

"Ya think?", she gave me a blank look.

I ignored her bitterness, and continued. "Meghan, I love you, I always have loved you, and always will, breaking up with you was the hardest thing for me to do. Yes, your right it might have been a dare at first to date you, but after spending time with you. You stole my heart Meghan, and I'm aware I stole yours too. We're perfect for each other. Meghan I want you. No, I need you.", I begged her, fitting all that in one breath.

"Well, you want what you can't have. You lost your chance Trystan. I loved you. but I also knew you enough to know that your competitive. You're always fighting for things you know you can't have. You don't love me, you don't need me. You're just competitive, that's your nature.", she said,  I could see the tears brimming her eyes. She got up and left the store, Chase hot in her heels.

I stared at her retreating figure. 

Watching her hurt so bad.

Because she was right.

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Hi guys, so sorry I haven't updated in long. But happy late Merry Christmas, I hope u like this chapter. You guys have meant so much, to me. Because of you, I feel so confident in myself, and I couldn't thank u enough. Plzz.....

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