Hidden Secrets (Jelena)

Chapter 41

I stared at Isaac, with a wide smile playing on my lips.

"Say something, you're kinda scaring me," He said, nervously.

I blinked, "Sorry."

He played with his hands and waited for me to talk already.

"You are?" I asked finally, "I mean-"

I took a huge breath.

"Did you just realize this?" I asked.

He nodded, "I didn't want to believe at first, because when we dated...I thought that the way I felt about you was how every boy felt over a girl. But even when we kissed, I didn't feel much. But I just assumed that maybe my mind wasn't in it. Until..." He trailed off.

"Until?" I asked him.

"I met this one guy-"

"Oh my god! Isaac, I think I'm actually overly excited about this!" 

He shot me a weird look and shook his head, before continuing. 

"I met him at a party and I don't know...we just clicked."

"So are you two dating?" I questioned.

"I don't know. I told him I need some time to take it all in. Like, I didn't even know that it could feel so good to kiss someone!"

"Ouch. I feel offended." I joked.

"Sorry." He shrugged.

"I'm just glad you're happy!" I smiled.

"I don't know if I want to believe it. I never thought about his, until that night of course," He mumbled.

"Don't worry. Maybe you should give this a shot? Maybe you'll learn more about yourself?"

"I don't know, I'm scared." He admitted.

"If it were up to me, I'd give it a shot. And if it doesn't work out...well then you can back out, right?" 

"You're right. People might look at us weird but at least it'll be worth it." He nodded his head in a understanding matter.

~*~

After I left Isaac's room, I made my way back to my own room.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, so I pulled it out; expecting a call from Justin or Isaac. But I was wrong, it was an my dad.

I sighed and answered.

"Hello?"

"Selena! How are you?" He asked.

As much as I hated to admit it, I missed him. I missed how happy we used to be when mom was alive. It seems too good to be true.

"Good," I mumbled, "You?"

"I was hoping you could visit your mom and I?" He asked.

She's not my mom.

"I don't know. I'm kind of busy," I lied.

"I know you're mad. But how long are we going to this honey? I'm sorry about your mother, but you can't shut me out. I'm still your dad."

"You left her. She died because of you!" I snapped.

"I'm sorry. How can I prove that to you?" He replied. He's a lot calmer than me.

"I can't talk right now," I lied again.

"We need to talk, this can't keep going on."

"You're right. It can't. So maybe it's time we just parted ways."