Emmah's POV
"What do you want to talk to me about Alex? I ask more bitchy than I planned on it being.
"Emmah..." He reaches towards me to embrace me but when I flinch back his arms droop back down to his side's and his face falls. "Can I explain why that girl was kissing me?"
I cross my arms over each other and try to stand in the most sassy pose that I can come up with and raise one eyebrow, "whatever, just talk and I'll see if I believe your excuse."
He lets out a small sigh of relief before he starts talking, "that was my ex-girlfriend from middle school and when she found out that I transferred to this school, the one she transferred to a couple years ago, she assumed that we would just get back together."
"So your got back together with her, even though me and you were dating? Yeah this excuse isn't helping your case."
"Let me finish, she came up to me in the hallway the other day and was asking me when I was going to ask her out again. I told her that I didn't like her anymore and that I had a girl that was good for me and that I loved you very much."
I must say, if this was actually true then I would find this very sweet and romantic for him to say those things to another girl about me. But he is just a man whore that I stupidly fell in love with.
"She got really mad at me when I said that so she slapped me across the face and ran away crying. I thought since she did that and was mad at me I would be done with her and I could still have a strong relationship with you."
"This still doesn't explain anything Alex. It just sounds like you have a crazy bitch for an ex."
"Hold on, I'm getting there. Well you know how after I stayed the night at your house I said I had to go home and take care of Andy because my parents were leaving, well I did. But my ex found out where I lived and showed up on my door step after a while. I don't know where she got my address from but she has it and got to my house."
"Just hurry up and tell me what she did! I want to know!" I scream at him, interrupting his off-topic babbling.
"Sorry, she told me that if I didn't say we were dating and I kissed her in front of the whole school that she would tell everybody at school that you were a prostitute. Well even if I wasn't dating you I don't think I would let her say that about you, but I sure as hell wasn't going to let her tell the entire school that lie. So I told her that I would do it."
Oh my God, I forgot for a brief second that I wasn't believing his story and felt loved by him. He stopped that bitch from spreading false rumors about me because he loved me. Now I feel bad that I didn't listen before when he tried explaining.
"I'm so sorry Emmah, I just never wanted to hurt you."
"Alex," my voice shaky, "are you actually telling me the truth?"
"Yes! Can't you see that I love you and couldn't hurt you like that if I didn't have a good reason?"
"How am I supposed to believe you?"
"Because this," he comes forward with his hands on either side of my face and kisses me. I don't even resist it. I kiss him back and we kiss like we survive off of it, and I like it.
Eventually I pull back, both if us breathing heavy. He leans forward again, resting his forehead against mine, his hands resting on my hips. "I still love you Emmah, I never stopped."
"I...I think I still love you too"
