Reminiscing ?

Lies and more lies..

– A/N –
I'm so sorry about no updates recently, I've been so busy. I've had exams and also my social life has become a lot better hence the reason why if any of you had followed my fan account it's now been deleted. I no longer find an interest in editing as such and I feel as if its best to focus on my studies, however, since I love to write I will be continuing with this story till the end- chapters will be updated depending on my schedule. Xo Liv

He's tall. He's dark. He's trouble. He just CAN'T COMMIT, you know? He wants to play the field, and the field next to it. Hell, he wants to play in every single sex meadow that he can. Nothing and no one can change his ways. He's a bad boy. A sexy bad boy. Because, let's face it, you can only get away with being a bad boy if you're the sort of good-looking that doesn't actually occur in real life. But then the bad boy meets that girl. This one girl. Who - for inexplicable reasons - makes him want to change his ways. He REFORMS for her. She is special. She is different from the other girls...

Vera's POV:

"I know." I said, making my voice as soothing as I could. I placed a hand on his chest, which rose and fell rapidly with his shallow breaths. "I know, alright? Just calm down already. Please. I know you wouldn't. Calm down, please."

He held my gaze a few more seconds before stepping back, running his fingers through his hair. I turned to see Sam filled with exasperation. I let out a sigh. I grabbed his hand and pulled him out into his own bedroom immediately. He eventually calmed down as he shut the door behind us.

"Wow. I have never seen anybody calm him down like that before. That was.. weird. And you're usually yelling at each other."

"Look, just forget it. At least you're not trying to attack each other anymore." I rolled my eyes as I threw myself down onto his bouncy mattress.

"Sorry." He said instantly. "So tell me what happened?"

What had been Nestor's story.. I think he'd said that I'd gone looking for Sam.

So I mumbled something about coming over and hearing someone in the garage, but it was Nestor. I'd gone through the games room to find Sam, but I'd fallen over and hit my face. My stomach was twisting around and I felt ready to puke. Most likely from guilt, I decided. I hated to lie to him but at the same time deep down I disagreed with myself taking into consideration Olivia's comment to me. I still could hardly tell Sam the truth, especially now when he was still angry at Nestor even though he had calmed down.

So I was just hanging in the garage, flirting with Nestor, making out with him a little before he went back to messing with his bike, and then I fell flat on my face. Oh, and by the way, I've been sneaking around with him for the last two weeks, so it's not a big deal. We do this kind of thing on a regular basis- just without me falling over all the time.

Yeah, that'd go down great.

It wasn't the right time to tell him. In all honesty, I wasn't sure if there would ever be a 'right' time. Sam could never know, he'd flip. Not that there was anything to tell- it's not like I had any feelings for Nestor in that way- and even if there had been, it wasn't the right time.

"Fine. So it wasn't his fault." He grumbled. "But he.."

I didn't let him finish, there was something I was desperate to ask him. But the truth was, I was scared of what he'd answer.

But now I blurted. "Did you really think he'd hit me?"

Sam looked directly at me for a long moment and then dropped his gaze. "I know, I know, he's my brother. But just for a second I thought he'd seriously blown his top and that you might have just been in the wrong place at the wrong time, or you guys had been arguing again.. I hate to think that he would, but I don't know."