Trouble (Jacob Whitesides Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: Broken.

His glossy brown eyes pricks with tears, he shakes his head.

He turn away slowly, his back now facing me.

My heart shatters into what feels like a billion pieces.

I knew he didn't, couldn't, love me back. Of course he didn't, why would he?

Why would anyone love me?

I turn around slowly, refusing to show how much I care for him. Refusing to let this break me.

I look up at the stare filled sky, sighing as I watch a leaf tumble onto the ground. I look around the Parking Lot, watching a couple stagger into the large building.

I look over my shoulder at him.

He was, is, my everything. He was my life. He was my only love.

I've always seemed to be afraid to fall in love. All love has does is cause pain.

Love is like an infection. It spreads, soon consuming your whole body.

I feel tears slide down my face. I knew now, what I thought was love, is now a devastating heartbreak.

My heart throbs and stings as if I was being stabbed. My tears speed up, slowly dripping onto the damp ground beneath me.

I stare at the back of his head, sobbing.

I turn around and start walking away. The walking soon escalated to jogging, and finally running, sprinting at he least.

I loved everything about him.

I've liked him since when I saw him for the first time. His breathtaking brown eyes filled with pain. I was so shocked, he was hurting, and I was determined to fix it, fix everything. I guess I failed.

He was broken, in need of love.

But that didn't distort his bad boy ways. His intimidating, scary ways.

My legs begin to take me farther away from him, splashing against the puddles carelessly among the ground, thanks to Mother Nature. My stomach twists as I continue to run.

I hear my name being called from behind me. I ignore it as I wipe my eyes with my jacket sleeve. I just want him to leave me alone.

I run out of the parking lot into a grass lot. My feet ache as I attempt to run away from heartbreak.

My chest bumps, my heart beats with a fast, steady rhythm. My stomach throbs as I slow down to a mere jog.

Hot tears stream down my puffy face as I reach what seems to be a park. I slow down to a walk, my legs throbbing. I stumble over to swing set and plop down.

I try to calm down, wiping my eyes again. I shove my face into the palms of my hands and cry. I cry more than I've ever cried before. I just cry.

I sit there in the darkness as I let out all of my stress, anger, and sadness that has built up over the past months.

"Emily." His raspy voice sounds, making me lift my heavy head from my hands.

"Come here." He mutters, opening his arms.

I quickly get up and embrace him. He wraps his strong arms around me, comforting me.

My hot tears soaked his shirt as he slowly rubbed my back.

I pull away from his hug, looking at the ground as the tears flow out of my eyes.

His large hand gently lifts my head up, wiping my tears away with his other hand.
Though, that didn't stop them from coming back.

I stand here, looking deep into his eyes, waiting. Waiting for him to say that he didn't care, that he didn't love me back. That he would never love me.

Waiting for him to say that he didn't care, that he didn't love me back. That he never loved me.

Then he said three words. Three small words that have been written so many times in those cliche books.

Who would have thought that those three words could change someone's life?

I pull my lips into a smile. "I love you more." My voice is hoarse.

He softly shakes his head, slightly laughing as he looks down at the ground.

"I love you. I've always loved you. I love you more than anything in this fucked up world." He says.

My eyes wide, I look at him shocked.

"I love you, Emily Lee Carter." He brings his head to my level whispering, "I fucking love you."

Hot tears roll off my cheeks as he grabbed my face with both of his hands.

He presses his sweet lips to mine. Time seems to go still.

As out lips touched I could feel my heart beating rapidly against my chest.

A kiss so passionate, and yet so innocent. I am determined to grasp this memory, this one I would never allow myself to forget.

He pulls his lips away, leaving mine tingling. He smiles a sweet smile making his already beautiful brown eyes look even more beautiful than usual.

He presses to my lips again before standing up. He intertwines our fingers, towing us back to where we came from.

And in that moment, the love of my life admitted being in love with me, out of the seven billion people in the world. He chose me.

I felt something I was missing in my life.

Something so perfect, so fulfilling.

That something was love.