Welcome to the States, Good Girl (J and S sequel to Bad Boy's Broken Cinderella)

I Was Not Caught In the Nightmare Until the Day When I learned the Truth!

I Was Not Caught In the Nightmare Until the Day When I learned the Truth!

John's P.O.V.

"Why are you going on a date with Sam?" I finally blurted out, unable to keep the words in anymore. Savannah cocked an eyebrow at me and replied in a infuriatingly cool way, "Because I can."

"So you'll go on a date now with almost any guy Savannah? Really? I thought you had more class than that," I spat out with a sneer. Almost instantly I felt guilty for saying something as dumb as that considering the fact that we both knew it wasn't true, but my anger quickly pushed it aside.

Savannah's face flushed angrily as her calm composure started to slip, "Like you know anything about class John. And no, I'm going on a date with Sam because he's nice, good looking, and I'm actually interested believe it or not!"

"Oh, come on, every girl is interested in a guy who walks around-"

But Savannah cut me off as she stepped up to me and jabbed her finger into my chest. Her calm demeanor was gone as she demanded in a tone like thunder, low and angry, "Why don't you  say what's really bothering you."

She barely finished her sentence before I shouted, "FINE! I'M MAD BECAUSE YOU KISS ME ONE DAY AND THE NEXT YOU'RE GOING ON A DATE WITH SOME GUY!"

The room fell silent before Savannah said, "Maybe you now know what it likes for all those girls you've screwed over."

I flushed a deep red and was about to speak when Savannah said, "So, you're mad because he isn't you."

My face contorted as I tried to speak. "YES!" I finally shouted. I froze, horrified at what I had just divulged. 

Savannah stepped away again before she said, "We agreed after we kissed that we should avoid each other."

"Yeah, but I didn't think you'd..." I broke off, my face flushing again in embarrassment.

"It's been two weeks John. We weren't dating. It was just a kiss."

That triggered something in me. Something that hurt in such an excruciating way, I wasn't sure if my heart would keep beating. That kiss didn't deserve the word "just" before it. And it wasn't a pride thing, because that kiss had meant everything to me. It had been a turning point, that made me reconsider many things in my life. That kiss, that beautiful, wonderful, utterly detrimental kiss had taken something out of me and I didn't know how I was supposed to get it back. I was unsure of how I was ever supposed to recover.

"Tell me why then." I hated the way my voice almost seemed to break when I said it. I hated that one kiss, one girl, could make me so weak and pathetic.

Savannah didn't seem to notice though as she looked at me in confusion, "What do you mean?"

I cleared my throat and tried to sound stronger when I said, "I have my reasons for not being able to be with you, but what are yours?"

My fiery anger seemed to disintegrate as we looked on at each other, and the ashes swirled in the vast, empty void between us. Almost begging me to close the gap. I was so lost and confused, but she only had a look of bewildering bitter sadness.

"Don't you see John? We are a storm. A torrential downpour. A static explosion. We aren't good for each other and we leave destruction in our wake when we are together! We are the hot and cold fronts that form a tornado and destroy everything." We were both breathing heavily and the electricity she spoke of was so intense it was almost tangible.

"We only hurt people." She whispered, her eyes sad and distant. "So putting us together would demolish anything we've built up. Anything we're proud of and care for."