Fate

Want You Back

GRACE'S POV

We pulled into a place where all of my memories flooded back. More good than bad at least.

I sighed. I put my hand on James' without looking at him. It'll be sunset in a little while and it will be just like it was five months ago.

I have no idea what he plans to do but I'm just happy I'm here with him. But I do need to get something off of my chest before anything else is done.

I shook my head, took my hand from his, and turned to face him. I pursed my lips.

"James, this is sweet and all, but really. We need to talk about what the hell happened yesterday. We can't just pretend it didn't happen. At least I won't."

He sighed. "I will admit that I was trying to put that aside for now but I guess I can't get away with that when you don't forget things very easily," he starting rubbing the back of his neck. "We got in a fight. Doesn't every couple?" He shrugged.

I grunted lightly. "Really? We normally don't. Lately, we have been and there is absolutely no reason we should be. James, we aren't 'every couple' and you know that."

"Grace, of course I know that! You want to know how I feel? Honestly?" he said sharply.

"Please," I motioned him to talk.

"I feel like you're keeping something big from me. I feel like it's the reason you've been talking in your sleep and acting so different. So whatever it is, just say it. I don't understand why you're keeping it from me in the first place," he sounded a little hurt.

"Don't pin this all on me... So have you! Mr. Pretend-it-didn't-happen! You regret telling me things, you never want to deal with our problems head on, you just don't acknowledge them like they're not even there, and you say I'm the one with the secrets when I know you haven't told me everything either!" I put my face in my hands in anger.

"Fine, you really wanna know? I got into Miami University because I got a full ride from football-"

"What's so bad about that?" I asked
agitated. That's good if anything!

I watched him clench his fist. Probably because I interrupted him. Either way, he kept talking.

"And I wouldn't have gone to college if I didn't get a full ride because my family didn't have the money. I'm the first one in my family to finish college. I haven't told anyone that -not even Luke- because I didn't want people to think of me as a poor kid that can't do anything because of money problems. Throughout high school, I worked 2 jobs and I made sure that I paid for what I needed and I took care of myself and my mom.

"My dad walked out on us when I was about 7 and my mom died a few months after I graduated high school. After that, I moved down here and tried to restart my life. I wanted to be independent. I didn't want to rely on others. I took responsibility of my actions and made something of myself.

"I was afraid of you thinking lower of me. I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you about my fucked up past," he spat and got out of the car, slamming the door.

I didn't move. He was pissed and honestly, I was scared. He was leaning on the top of my car by his forearms and his forehead and I felt him bring down his fists. It made me jump. He most likely created some dent but I don't care about my car right now.

He walked a few feet away from the car and looked around with his hands in his pockets trying to calm down.

I didn't want to get out of the car. I feel horrible. But then again, how would I know he was keeping something like this from me?