Little Girl

Chapter 17

-Chapter 17

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I’m soooo sorry for not updating in like forever! I know you guys don’t want to hear my excuses so here I present Chapter 17, ENJOY!

A’s POV:

                After Isabell stormed into her room I decided I needed to give her time to think about it. I hate how I’m acting right now but I need to figure this out. I walked into my and fell asleep as soon as I hit the bed.  I started to dream of Isabell; I woke up quickly and suddenly. I lay down and ran my hand throw my hair is frustration. As I looked down I noticed I was hard. I can’t dream of her like that! She’s like a sister to me, but why is it different now? Is it because I’ve noticed how much I care about her?

                Isabell’s POV:

I snapped out of the dream and u soon noticed that it wasn’t even my dream in the first place! It was A’s dream, I sighed as I realized I still can’t sleep like a normal person. But wait a minute, if that was A’s dream, then he wanted that as well?! I blushed as I suddenly noticed what we both wanted. Did I think of A like that? I do really love him?! I ran down the hall and into the study, as I saw I figure I stopped in my tracks.

                A’s POV:

I walked into the study and sat down on the chair try to calm my well, situation down. As heard light footsteps and turned around to see the one person I wish I didn’t yet, Isabell.  No not now! She can’t be here now! I Sighed to calm my thoughts down. Soon I saw Isabell turn a deep red I hoped she hadn’t noticed about me. I decided to just get it over with and break the silence.

“Isabell, what do you want?”

“N-nothing, I don’t want anything.”

“Okay, then just go back to your room or something.”

“Why?!”

“Because I don’t want you here, Isabell.”

“FINE I GET IT!”

                As soon as she finished speaking she was gone with in a second. I was really harsh with her though; I put my hands into my hair and just stared at the ground, for the longest while.

Isabell’s POV:

                I quickly ran into my bedroom and out the window. Once I was outside I climbed my favorite tree in the yard and broke down. How could he be like this? He can’t love me, I’m just going crazy! He’ll never feel like that. I have to get over it. I have to get over him now! He’s done she much for me, but I’m older now. I can’t keep putting him through this. But even though he may hate me, I can’t leave. It would hurt me more than anything.

Is this what love means? Harming yourself with your feelings?