Most Beautiful

Chapter 11: twistmas

I was too late. It vibrated and rang at its loudest point.

"Paris?"

We stood face to face. Beck glared at me with his huge eyes.

"Paris" he sternly said once again. "What's going on?"

A lump formed in my throat and stopped me from speaking.

"I-ugh" I swallowed.

"Why do you have my phone" he held his hand out.

I took it out of my back pocket. I looked at it one last time and handed it to him.

"Beck" I shook my head and looked at my feet. I was so ashamed. "I-"

"Just tell me what happened, okay?" He looked at his phone and slipped it in his pocket.

"I just couldn't handle you being with her." A single tear fell down my cheek. "Vanessa's mom. She isn't coming home. It was me."

"Actually?" He rubbed his forehead.

"Yes. So I took your phone to get her number and didn't have time to put it back..."

"You realize that you can get in crap for this. From me and Vanessa." He cleared his throat. "You can't have me by breaking and entering. Stealing my phone just to make my girlfriend leave."

"I know. And... I shouldn't have done it."

"Your right you shouldn't have. Vanessa's mom means so much to her. She hasn't seen her for sometime and thought that she was here."

"I'm sorry"

"You know, that date was scheduled to tell Vanessa that it was off. Now... I'm glad I didn't do it. I'm still with her. Now I need to go help her." He shook his head and backed up.

"Beck!" I cried. More than 100 tears were rushing down my cheek. As if he was the only thing that mattered in my life. I put my hand over my mouth and slid down the closest wall to me. I put my head in my knees and cried for hours.

This was the worst Christmas Eve ever.

3 hours later*

"Are you sure you're fine?" Zuri asked over the phone.

"I guess. I mean, he may never talk to me again. But, I guess." I twirled my hair and sniffled. I wiped tears that still fell randomly down my cheeks.

"Ok well, call me if anyt-" suddenly Beck came threw the door. I hung up on Zuri.

Beck stopped and stared at me. He proceeded walking up the stairs after a few seconds.

I couldn't have been smart and known that Beck liked me? I couldn't have just waited? I had to mess everything up at the best time of the year? All of these questions rolled through my mind. What if beck never talks to me again? What if...

Beck's POV.

I shut my door behind me and sat on my messy bed.

I wasn't gonna be the guy who makes a girl cry for 3 hours. I wasn't going to be the guy that messes thing up. I wasn't going to be the guy that ruins Christmas. I can't not be with Paris.

I decided to text Max to ask what I should do.

• Max?

•yea?

•can we meet up?

•sure bud. Where?

•I'll be over there. At your house.