A TALE OF LOVE...AND SORROW

A TALE OF LOVE...AND SORROW...chapter 4

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I screamed but their hand was muffling any sound that might escape my lips. I looked into those blue eyes I knew so well and gave him my best kick.

"Ow, Hannah!" John whined. He stepped back and rubbed his leg angrily.

"What do you expect?" I hissed. I tried walking away from the scene I knew he was about to create but he pulled me back by my arm.

"Wait!" He let me lean on the wall then took a few cautious steps back. "We need to talk."

"Look, Hugo is waiting for me so-" I walked away again and grimaced when he pulled me back. Again.

"Hannah. Please. Just let me talk." He looked at me with his heart-breaking blue eyes that practically ripped my soul up into miniscule pieces.

"Fine."

"OK...So, are you having a good time?" He scuffed his trainer against the side of the wall and looked everywhere but my eyes.

"Yes." I snapped. It was then I remembered I needed the toilet desperately-and that I was wearing a white dress.

"What's your problem? Why can't we just talk normally?" John stared directly at me this time.

"Why? Erm...because you just snatched me and pushed me up against a wall. So, every chance of us talking 'normally' just vanished!" I nearly shouted at him. Why was he being so stupid?

"Oh..." realization filled his eyes. "Sorry."

"Whatever." All I wanted to do was get back to my date-preferably not with a pee stained dress. "I need to go to the toilet." I walked out the corridor and found the ladies toilets.

"I'll just wait for you, then" his face was etched with determination so I knew he wasn't going to leave without telling me whatever he needed to.

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I came out the toilet and saw John leaning against the wall, hands in pockets and completely bored. He looked up at me as I walked straight past him;

"You were ages." He nearly smiled. Nearly.

"I was waiting for you to go..." As soon as I said the words, I regretted them. Since when had I become such a bitch to my best-friend? In love with him or not, he was still my best-friend. I turned around to him and sighed; "John, I'm sorry..."

"It's OK. I guess I deserved that." He looked down and buried his hands in his pockets again.

"What did you want to talk about?" I took a couple of steps closer to him, dying to get back to Hugo.

"Us..." he took a deep breath and took too many steps close to me. "Why are you here with Hugo?"

"Because I like him." I said honestly.

"Is that the truth?" He kept on walking towards me so I walked backwards, away from him.

"Yes, John." My back was up against the wall.

"Really?" He looked at me deeply and saw the blatant truth in my eyes. "Oh...I just thought that..."

"Yes?"