Dear Mr. Heartbreaker

Chapter 5 - Dear apologizes

The strong smell of fresh lawn clippings and the pom-pom strains was no surprise. It was the school's football field after all. I have to admit, I never spent any time here. The only time I actually spent was here, was because of Sam's try-out as school mascot. And guess what? He got it. But gave the title to someone else after just a few games, due to the too stinky costume. I couldn't blame him. It did smell of fifty decades of arm pits.

"The school's football field," I clumsily slapped my hand on a garbage can. 

"Are you okay?" Aiden asked and reached out for my hand. His touch send rapid current with 1000 V through my body.

"Yes," I pulled my hand back in my pocket and clenched my fist. It would be easier to hate him if he wasn't all sweet suddenly.

"Are you sure? Because back in middle school, you would say it hurt if somebody just hit you for fun," he laughed. 

"I'm different now."

That was no lie. I was different from middle school. I remembered how much I wanted Aiden to notice me. One time, I even fell on purpose to make him notice me.

"I noticed," he squeezed his ocean blue eyes together.

"Good."

I began walking toward the baseball field. Last destination. 

"Elizabeth," he reached out for me again.

"What?" my voice raised an octave higher.

"Why...why are you acting to me like this? Why can't we just talk?" he had his hand over his heart, like he was hurt.

"What do you mean?" I acted confused, even through I knew what he was talking about. He had his chance. It was over now.

"We used to be so good friends back in middle school. Why do you suddenly seems to hate me so much?"

Behind his nervous laugher, I could hear the desperation in his voice.

"You weren't that desperate after my company back in middle school," I mumbled a bit defensive.

"No, because I was together with the others."

Could he even hear himself now? How selfish he sounded?

"So I'm just your plan B?" I kept my voice down low.

"No, I just think that friends should be there for each other when they need too."

"You weren't there for me," I yelled loud enough so the other side of the school could hear it. Furious, I looked him right in the eyes. They were still as I remembered them. Dreamy and devilish.

"You didn't said anything," he shrugged. 

My mouth hang right open.

"Did you had any idea, of how many times I tried, but you were always busy with other people?"

He growled a low, deep tone.

"Busy? We were together at prom, remember? Back to 8th grade? We slow danced to "Shut up and dance", and we kissed. People shout out joy. You were smiling, I was smiling..."

I gulped. My worst mistake ever, after falling in love with him, was giving him my first kiss.

"But do you remember what happened right after? The next day, you told me it was a mistake. That you just got carried away?"

All sudden, he seemed to silent.

"I didn't meant it."

"I'm sure you did," I mumbled bitterly.

"Okay I'm sorry. What do you want from me?" he made it sound like I was the bad guy.

I was normally no violent person, but this guy made me want to smack him right here and now. Luvckily, my defensive brain shouted down, or else I would have ended in the principal's office. Instead of being stupid, I choose to be idiotic. I began walking away.

"Wait. I didn't mean that! I'm sorry!" he yelled from the other side. If I was supposed to forgive him each time he said he was sorry.

"Can't we just...start from a new?" he hugged me from behind. He knew I loved it to be hugged. It took all my power to wrist out of his  warm, soft grip.

"No. We can't. What done is done. I have to stop digging in the past, and look forward in the future."

"Can't I be a part of your future?" he begged.

We stood in the position in a long time. I even felt a couple of cheerleaders glaring at us. Especially Kitty and Missy.

Wait...if they were training meant ---> I missed math class. 

Noooo! We were supposed to get out test back today. Now, I have to wait two full days to get it back. And he made me skip my favorite class.

"Aiden. We're in high school now," I tried to explain it in the most peaceful way.

"I noticed," he said sarcastically.

"High school means we're in a different place. And...I want to enjoy high school with a fresh start with new friends and so on," I mumbled the last part.

"Like Sam, your boyfriend?" he sounded overly jealous.

"No, he's not my boyfriend, yet."

"Yet?"

"Who knows what happens in the future?" I threw my hands in the air.

"So I could be your boyfriend too?" he smirked.

I raised an eyebrow to him and sighed.

"I'll show you the school cafeteria."

"Good, because I'm quite hungry."

"Good."

"Good."

A/N: Hope you liked this chapter. If any of you liked to make a cover or trailer for this book, please go ahead for it.  I would be really happy, if you gave this story a shout out and a vote. Peace out for now.