New life, new love

Hurt (CHRISTOPHERS P.O.V) (UNEDITED)

I wake up to birds chirping outside the window I look around and remember where I am. I guess I fell asleep talking to Ariana, I look at her. I lay on my back and she lays with her head on my chest and arm draped over my stomach. Her face looks angelic and peaceful as she sleeps. Her skin has a nice golden tan- living in Florida will do that to someone- her hair falls perfectly on her sides, her cheeks are rosy and her lips are so soft and I just wanna......

I wipe the thought from my mind, she has a boyfriend- I think- and I don't want to mess things up. I mean I was the one who told her we should split but to my defence at the time she was still living in Florida and I was moving back to Canada. We lived in different countries for goodness sake and I was scared she would get bored of a long distance relationship so I ended it before she could I mean that's what I did all the time. And yeah it hurt for a while but I just acted like everything was fine, here no one knew her and she didn't know anyone here so I didn't have to tell anyone.

The second we both started to live in the same town and going to the same school everything was different even her. She is my best friend and I know that the only thing she thinks of me as and I can't change that as much as I wish I could. But being with her it's like the things I felt for her have all returned and I'm not sure what to do. All I know right now is that Ariana is not the same girl she was when I first met her back in Florida, she's changed. She went from being completely outgoing and choosing  all the wrong choices to a shy, quiet and jumpy girl. If only I knew what changed her, if I knew that I could help her be the person she was or the person she wants to become and take her out of her protective shell and maybe then she will see how much I actually love her.

Her breath hiccups and her breathing starts to speed up. "No, you can't do that." She mumbles worry lacing her words,

"Stop." She says louder, "stop! Stop! Stop! No, you can't do that!" She screams followed by a shriek and her bolting upright in bed,

She continues screaming bloody murder and I place my hand on her back trying to reassure her. "Don't touch me!" She screams still in a daze,

I sit up in front of her and grip her shoulders and start to shake her making her scream louder.

This is not the way I wanted to make her scream.

She gets out of her dream and looks at me, while I currently am still shaking her. Lighter than before, I stop knowing she really is back into reality and she looks at me confused.

"What the hell are you doing?" She demands,

"You started screaming bloody murder so I had to do something to snap you out of it and I couldn't bitch slap you, so....." I explain to her hoping she wouldn't be pissed off,

"Oh." She says with concern but not for me it's more of a concern about whether or not she slipped up and said something,

"Ariana I know I might be annoying at this point but I honestly need to know what is going on." I tells her,

"I can't tell you. I'm really sorry." She tells me,

"Dammit Ariana! Just tell me what happened so I can fix it." I say raising my voice,

"I can't tell you, okay?" She yells,

"Of course you can't. You can't tell me anything even though I'm your best friend but you can tell joe right? I bet you told him everything thinking he actually cared, but news flash Ariana he didn't! All he wanted was to get into your pants and apparently it isn't that hard to do! Did he make you feel special? He probably told you that he cared and you felt so fucking loved!"I yell "Thats why you slept with him isn't it? Because he cared for you? News flash he only slept with you because he felt pity for you!"I say filled with anger,

"Screw you Christopher!" She yells, "get out of my house." She orders and it's only now when I realize what I said was a complete douche move,

"Ariana... I..."

"Get the hell out of my house Christopher." She says almost with no emotion,

I do what she says, angry with myself and everything I just said. I walk out of her house and to my red jeep parked at the end of her driveway. I start to drive, I'm not sure where but I drive. I know for a fact Ariana would not want me to go back and hang out with her and I really do not want to go home because if I have to see Skyler even once today I'm gonna end up breaking her other wrist. She's constantly whining about how Ariana is such a bitch and her broken wrist is keeping her from doing things and it's driving me crazy!!

I get a notification on my phone and pull off to the side of the road to look at it. Speak of the devil, I have one text and it's from Skyler.

Do you know what's going on with Ariana and Jake? Just curious seeing as your her best friend or whatever. And also mom wants you to pick up some milk and eggs when you come home.

I don't answer the text and just keep driving. There is no way I can deal with her shit right now. All I want to do is go back to Ariana apologize and find out what the hell happened that she can't talk about. But as much as I'm dying to see her I know she would rather die than see me so that option isn't even an option. I pull out my phone and look through my contacts to find one of the many numbers that girls have given to me. I find one under the contact Malia and I text it.

What are you up to?

Not even thirty seconds later she replies.

Nm, sitting at home while my parents are out of town. All alone.

I smile at the last pet and text her back.

Would you like some company?

I ask already knowing the answer,

Yes.

I'm coming over now.

I'll be waiting.

I drive over to her house and arrive in minutes, when I get there I knock on the door and she answers in record time. She wears only underwear and a tank top. She invites me in and I look at her.

She had the same blonde hair as Ariana.

I came here to forget her and I will. I walk closer to Malia and she closes the space between us. We smash our lips together and I let some of my anger and pain out. She leads me to the bedroom where we strip of our clothing and I begin to forget all about Ariana.