As much as I would have hated to say it, I liked this a little. My insides were fluttering. But then I remembered the conversation we had earlier. It angered me. I pushed him away. As I did so I went a little away from him to avoid getting caught by him again.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I asked him, angry. He stood still in a daze. Looking at him like that made my heart melt but I pushed the feeling away. "Answer me. What are you trying to do? You already like someone else. How could you do this?" I wanted to look calm but a tear escaped my eye. As soon as he saw it, he came towards me again. I moved back. "Stop it."
He finally started speaking, "Elena... calm down. Just listen to me first."
"No. I hate you. I want to go back." I half cried.
He seemed upset at this. "Elena, you don't understand....."
"I don't want to understand. You are a monster." I said and started walking towards the door. But he grabbed me from behind.
"Wait, Elena. I can explain this to you." How dare he touch me again? I pushed him away. He glared at me but then retained his expression and continued, "Are you so dense? After I approached you, danced with you and all but you still don't understand."
"What do I not understand, Dean? After all this you still want me to listen to you?"
"The girl I was talking about was... you. It was you. How could you not know? Can't you see the way I look at you?" he said moving towards me. I was too shocked to move away. Me? He was talking about me?
" Don't you think, I thought about our age gap but decided that I didn't give a damn. I love you, Elena. Only you. Ever since the day I first laid my eyes upon you, I have loved you." I stared at him, trying to take in what he had just said.
"Do you?" he asked.
"What?" I asked. Perplexed.
"Love me?"
"I...yes."
"Yes what? Say it, Elena. Say the words." He looked at me.
I looked down. He was again standing really close. "I... I love you too, Dean." I whispered and looked up. He was grinning madly.
"I didn't hear you!" he teased.
I chuckled and put my hands around his neck. He scooped me up by the waist and I repeated, "I love you, Dean!" We stood there like that for a while and then he let go and instead leaned in to kiss me. This time I kissed him back.
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Love Expected!
RomanceHe was my father's colleague's son while I was his father's colleague's daughter. We were not expected to be anything else when we met at the Christmas eve two years ago. I was fifteen, he was twenty. A five year gap, which would haunt us forever. C...
