New York tale (Ian Eastwood fanfic)

Chapter 7- coming clean

Chapter 7-

-Chelsea’s P.O.V-

Ian sneered “Check your fucking phone". I unlocked the phone to see the call record and the texts from Justin and one from Ian. My heart dropped, I knew Justin had to fuck something up. My gaze went from the screen to Ian’s eyes.

He was still pissed, but I also saw hurt in his eyes. 

“What the fuck did he tell you Ian?". I didn’t know who to be more angry at, Justin for threatening to blackmail me or Ian for going through my texts. Right now I just wanted to know what bullshit spewed out of Justin’s mouth.

Ian laughed sarcastically. “well let’s see where do we start? the fact the last time you kissed Justin was only a week ago? the fact you've hooked up with him for months? or the fact you had sex with him 2 FUCKING WEEKS AGO" his voice rose as he got more angry, he kept his eyes on me. 

I stood still, I swallowed hard, stunned at the fact he just said all of this. I took a moment to understand that what he just said was real. 

“

That asshole told you we had sex?". He replied, “yea, yea he did, since you guys love each other so damn much why don’t you just go back to him right now." he said, starting to open the door.

"NO, I’m not leaving. I’ll tell you the truth right now. I’ll tell you everything, right now just give me the chance, please." He gave me a curious look, wondering if he should listen to me or not. 

“Please, let me explain my side first, after that you can decide what you want to do." Slowly, he closed the door again. He sighed, crossing his arms to look at me “okay.."

I took a deep breath, looking in his eyes so he knew I wasn't lying. “I got to spend a lot of time with him, I did like him a lot and we did occasionally make out, but he always went back to saying he “loved" Sam. 2 weeks ago, we were watching a movie, things did get heated and he tried to take my clothes off. I stopped him from going further, it didn't feel right. I went home after that. I don’t deny the fact that we kissed, but us having sex is a lie. I stopped liking him after that. I didn't want to be with him, knowing that his heart was somewhere else. We still talk but I didn't want to be involved any more."

And that was it. “I’m sorry Ian..I should’ve told you the truth. I was trying to just move on. the feelings faded quickly. and then I ran into you, you made me happy, laugh and I wasn't worried about Justin. Until he got mad at the fact that my world wasn't only about him..you can chose to believe me or not." I sighed, looking down at my feet and then over to my bag. 

I walked over to it and picked it up. My eyes met Ian’s, he wasn't as mad any more, but still ticked off. 

“I think I’ll leave now. If you need me you can always text or call..if you hate me I understand." I said as I walked towards the door.

He stayed blocking the door, not moving, looking at me intently. he sighed deeply, closing his eyes for a moment. He opened them again, “I don’t hate you, I do wish you had told me earlier though, but I understand, you were moving past it…I wasn't any better, I shouldn't have taken your phone." 

He apologized, taking in another deep breath. “yea honestly you’re a little nosy though", I gave a small smile, which also made Ian smile a little bit too.

He pulled me into a tight hug, his arms around my waist, my arms around his neck. He tucked his head into my neck, I could feel his hot breath on my skin and it gave me chills down my spine. We slowly pulled away from each other, sincerity in both our eyes and a bit of relief as well. 

“okay, I really think I should go now..give this a little time, if you decide you still wanna be friends or to hang out, just give me a call or text." I finally said, Ian still wouldn't budge though. He took his left hand and lifted my chin and kissed my cheek gently. He opened the door, and lead me out to the car. 

“cmon I’m not gonna let you take the bus home" Ian said as he unlocked the door, I was secretly thankful he was going to drive me.

The first few minutes of the car ride was silent. I sat there, looking outside the window, wondering how all of this could’ve happened so quickly. Justin really fucked me over. 

Ian turned his head toward me, ‘it’s okay, it’s going to be okay. We’ll just take some time to sort things out and think things over. It doesn't mean we can’t be friends though." He reassured me, which did make me feel better, I didn't want to totally be separated from Ian. 

He finally pulled up to my house. “Well, I guess this is a good b-" “its a see you later, not a good bye" Ian cut in to say. I smiled, unlocking the door, “see you later". 

But before I could open the door he pulled my arm back, leaned forward and kissed me once more, his right hand resting on my neck. It was passionate and deep. I finally pulled away once more. “I have to go now Ian…". 

He sighed, he knew I was right. Slowly he sat back in his seat and I opened the door and left the car. Walking up the walk way to my door. I unlocked the door, taking one last look at Ian still in the car, I turned back and went inside.