Not Gonna Fall In Love With You

Chapter Sixteen

I was once with a person, who I gave my all to. He was always first, when I was last. He had my whole heart, when I had none of his. When it all started to fall apart, he took my heart away with him, and broke it into a million peices. Some peices started to join back together, but most of them are still there. Untouched, unsolvable, and unrepairable.

He was the player, I was the loner. He had girls falling over and for him, while I had no one to sit with for lunch.

I was the stupid and clumsy freshman, while he was the hot senior.

He was the bad boy, the player, the one who could have any girl at his command. For him I was just another level of the game, in which he never lost.

I took a risk, I took a shot at making the player fall in love with me the way I did.

But I failed, I lost the game. While he won it.

I couldn't be his princess, although he was always my prince.

He was Charlie Brown, the boy who played with my heart, as if it was a toy, and threw it away when he found another one.

And now that same boy, is standing in front of me. With his arms folded in front of his chest, and flashing one of those evil smirks of his.

Like always he had control over me, but this time instead of my heart, he had my luggage  in hostage.

"I don't have all day, Cam. Do you want your bags?" He said as he beckoned me to enter the room. I nodded, and entered, and to say it was hesitantly, would be an understatement. 

"Here, go ahead, take it." He said, flashing me one of his evil smirks. I don't know if I should. What if he does something? But, it's just a bag, why would he do anything? Maybe, I am overacting.

I stepped ahead, and bent forward, to take my bag, when a strong arm, covered in tattoos, which by the way were all meaningless ones, grabbed me back towards him. As my back banged into his chest, he lowered his necks, our cheeks almost touching.

"I miss you..."

What?! It has been three years since we went out, and if he really missed me, he would have come back much sooner. He would do what he is doing now, much earlier. But in his defence he was in college.

"It doesn't matter, I hate you." I spat at him in disgust.

"You know, you don't. But keep saying that to yourself. To you know, ease the pain."

He was right, I didn't hate him. I couldn't hate him. Maybe, I never will. I just acted like I did, like I still do, because it is much easier than admitting that a part of me, still misses him.

Although it may be the tiniest part, it does exist, and I can't deny that fact.

"How does it matter to you anyway? I loved you Charlie, more than you ever deserved. While all you did was hurt me, much more than I deserved."

I said as I slowly pushed myself away, from his strong grip. He tried to hold me back, but once I finished saying what I had to say, he let me go.

"That was the past. Back then, I didn't know how much you meant to me. I was dum. But now it's different. I have changed."

"How have you changed? Please, enlighten me?"

I lifted my bag, held onto it tightly, and didn't wait for his answer. I headed out of the door, but was soon stopped as he held my wrist, and turned me around to face me.

He stepped closer, and cupped my face into his hands. When there was only two inches left between us, I immediately stopped him, knowing where this was to about to go.