One Week {Under Construction}

Wednesday [Preston]

Look After You - The Fray 

Preston

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Sophmore Year - High School

"Preston, why does everyone ask if we are dating?" asks Jules. 

"I don't know." I lie. I know exactly why they ask. It's because if any guy steps within a ten foot radius, I tend to be over-protective. Over-protective like a brother. Nothing more. 

Jules and I have a special connection. Nothing that I have ever had or felt in my life. She is essentially my soul-mate, if you believe in that stuff. I have this feeling and need to protect her at all costs. I don't like seeing her being hurt or someone else even looking at her wrong. 

I can never "be" with her. I know this. I love her but not in the way you think. I love her in the way a brother loves a sister. At least that is what I tell myself. I convince myself that I am really in love with Maci. But lets face it, I could never love Maci the way I love Jules. But this has to stay my little secret because Jules doesn't love me. No, she loves Ashton. 

Am I jealous? Sometimes. But random sex with different girls help numb the pain. The pain of seeing the girl you love being in love with someone else. That is the worst kind of pain. But not as painful as knowing that she will never see you the way that you want her to. 

I knew at one point that she did have a "crush" on me but I quickly dismantled that. I am not good enough for her. She deserves someone that will give her the world. I know that I am not going to be doing much with my life. Maybe the local Junior College but thats it. 

She deserves Ivy League and that is Ashton. 

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"Why are you even apart of this conversation?" asks Ashton.

"Because i care about Jules." I reply. 

"You mean you fucking love her. New flash, Preston! She. Will. Never. Love. You. Like. She. Loves. Me." 

"I fucking hope not because her love for you was nothing but a simple crush."

"Excuse me. I am right here." says Jules. "I can speak for myself."

"If that is the case then tell your ex-husband to back the fuck off so we can have a conversation about our daughter." says Ashton. 

She stares at him and replies with, "Fuck you, Ashton. Don't pretend like you care now." And she walks away. 

Thats my girl. Wait she is not mine. She never was. 

I look at Ashton with a smug look on my face. Ashton looks shocked. 

"What was that." he finally says. 

"That is the new and improved Jules. I am so fucking relieved that she does not take your shit anymore. You never deserved her."

"And you do?"

"That is the difference between me and you, Ashton. I know my place. You.... you thought she would be fucking waiting for you. How long did you think that she woul wait? Until she was in her eighties after Sara died?" 

"It was never-"

"Yes, it was. It always was. The thing is that I don't envy you. You lost your one chance at happiness. She was it but that doesn't mean that you were her happiness."

"Well, I don't envy you either, Preston."

"And why is that?"

"You're in love with someone who doesn't love you the same way."

"Like Sara?"

"I love Sara." 

"No, you don't. You puy up with her. Everyone can see that this "relationship' you guys have is bullshit. Complete bullshit. What does she have on you? hmm?"

We stare at each other for a few mintues and then he says, "Just mind your own fucking business." 

I will and my business also includes Jules. No matter what anyone says. 

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Hey Guys! Well that was a different confession in this chapter. I have to keep you guys guessing! I have a few more tricks up my sleeve. I'd love to hear from you guys! So Comment, Read and Rate!!! 

Also, I have started a new story called Hurricane. 

Hurricane: 

I am a hurricane. I destroy everything in my path. My destruction ruined the only good thing that was happening in my life. Matt. This is the story of how I lost him.