Why We Fell in Love

Chapter Thirty-Five

"Get my usual, thanks," I beam as Noah walks up to the line. I take a seat at a table as I watch him walk up to the cashier. In case you didn't know, we're at Starbucks because I'm dying for coffee. And for the date, it's a couple days after the wedding disaster.

My eyes focus on Noah talking to the cashier. Tall, blonde, and thin. She's smiling and giggling and twirling her hair. She's attracted to him. I look at Noah and he's laughing. What could possibly be so funny? Noah instantly turns his head and catches my eye on him but I looked away. Please tell me he didn't notice.

"One iced caramel macchiato for a lovely lady," Noah says, placing the drink in front of me and taking a seat across from me. "And I saw you staring at me. You were like a hawk."

I turn my phone off and place it on the table," I so wasn't. You were just seeing things."

He smirks," you were jealous weren't you?"

I take a sip from my drink and don't respond. He takes his phone out and starts pointing the camera at me.

"Noah, I look-"

"Absolutely beautiful," he says, showing me the picture of myself. My hair was full on very dirty blonde right now. And it was in a messy bun hairstyle. I'm wearing glasses because I need more contacts. And my makeup is very natural today. "Now look at this beaut. Don't ever think I'm going to love someone more than this."

I roll my eyes," doesn't explain what you two were giggling about?"

"I told her to write Noah on the cup and she thought I said A Toe," he says. I choke a bit on my drink but I manage to play cool. "Aw come on, I know you laughed just then. Show me that gorgeous smile."

"Noah, what happened to being just friends?" I ask.

"Says the girl that got jealous," he says as I stay quiet. Why did I get jealous? I don't know. Maybe because I still like him... Just a tiny bit. But you can't blame me. These two brothers are hot. Like really hot. "Why can't we just get back together?"

I look at my cup, "because I'm not ready to lose you again Noah. I like it better when I always have someone to talk to and I feel so much better when you're by my side. I feel like all we do is argue when we're together."

"But that's what all couples do Abs, they fight. That's what makes the relationship pure," he explains.

"I don't like fighting with you," I quietly say.

"I know I'm pushing it but I want to be with you again Abby. No matter how much I say it, I can't be apart from you... It's physically impossible. I'll always find a way to come back to you and you know that. I can't-"

"Noah, please stop."

He takes a deep breath, "no Abby, I'm not going to stop what I feel for you. That's just not possible. And when you wake up from your thoughts of us not together, I'll be at the gym releasing my anger."

I grab Noah's wrist before he leaves the place. I look up at him with big eyes, "please don't hurt yourself. I don't need to be wrapping your bloody knuckles again. Be safe."

All he does is huff and then yank his arm away. Well what am I supposed to do? It just feels like high school where you're stuck between two guys that have the hots for you. I love Noah, I really do but I can't risk losing him again. He understands that doesn't he? Of course he doesn't because he's mad at me right now.

Just as I'm about to get out of my seat, I hear yelling. In comes a whole lot of people with cameras and a guy in the middle.

"Hey! Yo! Steph, over here!" one guy yells. Steph? What kind of a celebrity would be in Jersey first of all. "Look here! MVP! Right here!"