Trust Me

Kiss and Make Up

♥♥♥This is gonna be a good one;) I hope! Tell me what you think about it!!!♥♥♥

Quinn's P.O.V

“Okay, I’m going to stop here.” I announced, leaning against the metal rail lining a small pool. Earlier, it had been filled with squealing children, but it was getting late, and the sun was setting. Most families had already headed home.

We’d been walking for about half an hour, since I had been sitting on the bench about to puke up my stomach lining. Gross. I could still feel Levy’s warm hand on my back, rubbing slow circles to try and make me feel better. Anyone else, and it would have gotten a million times worse. But for some reason, I always relaxed under his touch. It was a stupid reaction.

And then we were holding hands. For a long time. I had just dropped his hand a moment ago to steady myself on the railing. And the worst part was it didn’t even feel wrong to hold his hand. It should. I knew that. I didn’t deserve to be…happy. Not when Jake was…

And I had promised myself no more connections. No more emotions, no more feelings, no more stupid heart flutters every time a stupid boy with spiky, messy black hair looked at me, or touched me, or if I even thought about it.

Yep, I was done with all.

But he was right there.

Levy was leaning against the railing next to me, our shoulders were pressed together. The warm afternoon sun was shining on my face, and I was dying to get out of that stupid water park. I looked over at Levy. He looked relaxed, calm. It made me relax.

“I’m glad I got stuck with you and not the twins.” I said, looking over at him. He snorted, still staring straight ahead.

“Thanks?”

I laughed, and he looked over at me, so now our faces were only inches apart. My breath caught in my throat, but I ignored that dumb reaction and tried to organize my now scattered thoughts.

“That was, um…” I tried to formulate a sentence, but my thoughts just kept running away under Levy’s dark gaze. He leaned towards me, slowly, until our noses were touching. My heart was pounding, blood was rushing through my ears. A million confused thoughts were rushing through my head. Did I want this? Of course I did! No, no I didn’t! I couldn’t! Oh, but I could…

Then Jake’s face popped up in my head, and I remembered all of the pain and all of the sadness, and suddenly I felt very guilty and very afraid, all at the same time.

I turned my face away just as Levy went to push his face that one inch closer, so we would be kissing. It was one of the hardest things I had ever done, like an alcoholic denying a glass of the finest, most well aged whisky in the world, even though it was sitting right in front of him.

I straightened away from the railing.

“We should head back.” I said softly, not meeting his gaze. He was silent for a moment, and that silence was ripping my heart apart.