The Love Project [on Hold]

Chapter three: I Will Not Let You Tell Me That I Am A Pedophile

Chapter three: I will not let you tell me that I am a Pedophile!

Alexis' p.o.v

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Ava spat the water she was drinking out and stared at me shocked, ''Seriously?'' Ava asked astonished after I had told them of what Travis had riddled today.

''Yeah,'' I answered uneasily, scrunching my nose up when I saw little drops of her spat out water on my arm.

Noah sent me a disapproving look. ''You shouldn't have done that. Everyone knows that hate is a sore spot for Travis.''

''Yeah, well guys like him are a sore spot for me too!'' I snapped coldly. Old memories flowing back to me.

Ava grinned. ''I like bad boys,'' she stated dreamily, not helping the situation in the slightest.

Noah glared at her but fixed his gaze back onto me. ''No, Ally, I'm serious. There is a reason for him being like that,'' Noah spoke and his voice held so much seriousness that I didn't recognize him. ''You,'' he pointed at me, ''don't even have a proper reason for hating him.''

Ava jumped in for me. ''Yes, she does,'' she defended.

Noah looked down at her, a brow raised. ''Yeah?'' He challenged skeptically. ''What is it?''

Ava opened her mouth to answer but then closed it again, she then frowned.''You know what, I'll quickly go use the bathroom! Bye.'' She rushed out of my room.

What was the reason I hated Travis? I asked myself. I tried to come up with a good explanation but couldn't find one that didn't make me sound stupid.

Was I still holding onto the hurt I had felt when I had a crush on him in 10th grade and he rejected me? Leading me on, making me think that we could actually turn out to be something and then throw my hope into the trash by making out with other girls he barely knew.

Was I still hurt? Did I maybe... just maybe... still like him?

Absolutely not! What was I thinking? I most definitely didn't still have a tiny, little crush on him and I wasn't still hurt from the time he totally left me hanging.

''See,'' Noah sighed, ''you don't.''

I stayed silent. ''Ally,'' Noah addressed me, his raven eyes looking at me intensely, ''just don't be too harsh on him. Okay?''

I crossed my arms over my chest. ''Why aren't you on my side?'' I accused, ''You are my best friend, not his.'' I had to admit I was kind of insulted that he chose to protect Travis and not me.

''He's my cousin,'' he countered, smiling slightly as he took in my glare.

''So!'' I exclaimed. ''You spend most of your time with me. Great friend, I have there, turning his back on me like that.''

Noah lost his serious facade and broke int0 a grin. ''Come here, my little Squiggle!'' He teased, opening his arms for a hug. ''Give me a hug.''

I blew out air. ''Oh hell no!''

He came closer his arms still wide open. ''Get away from me, pedophile!'' I screeched as he had nearly reached me.

Noah's hands dropped and he blinked. Twice. ''I'm not a pedophile!'' He objected, clearly offended.

I gave him an unbelieving look.