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Chapter Forty-One

"What the hell are you doing here?" I gasped, blinking rapidly as my eyes absorbed the sight of the face I hadn't seen in over two months.

Rubbing a hand across the back of his neck, George looked up at me. His dark brown eyes seemed hollow and tired.

"I saw your mum at the weekend, she told me about your accident. Why didn't you tell me?"

As he rose up from the floor and started to walk towards me, I took a good look at the boy I once thought I loved. His brown curls had grown and were falling loosely around his forehead, rather than in the usual neat, short cut I'd been used to. His clothes were no longer as neatly ironed and put together as they always had been. I guess the student life was relaxing him somewhat.

"It was ages ago," I replied as he stood in front of me. "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to see you, check you're okay." He pressed his lips together in a tight line. "I miss you, Abs."

"No," I snapped. "You don't get to say that, George. You are the reason we broke up and my life is nothing to do with you anymore."

"Your mum said you hardly call her anymore," he said as he took one step towards me. "She's worried about you as much as I am."

"You're worried about me?" I snorted. "What right have you got to be worried about me? I am perfectly fine, thank you. I'm just living my life the way I want to and I'm quite happy here."

"So why are you walking around barefoot, wearing clothes that look like they came from the men's section of a charity shop?"

The way he cast his eyes disapprovingly down my body made me laugh out loud as I shook my head at his snide comment.

"Look, George," I began, "whatever my mum's been saying to you, she's being dramatic."

I stooped to pick up my keys from the floor as I continued. "Yes, I had a car accident, but I'm healed now. I ring my mum at least once a week. Maybe not so much recently, but only because I've been so busy. And, I have no idea how you got my address but-"

I stopped mid sentence as it dawned on me. There was only one person who would have given him my address. The one person who still believed the sun shone brightly from his backside.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I inhaled a deep breath then let it out slowly. "Turning up on my doorstep unannounced isn't what I need on a Tuesday morning," I sighed.

"I just miss you, that's all," George responded, taking another step closer to me as he ignored everything I had just said.

"Well I've moved on," I snapped, trying my best not to let my voice crack under the mix of anger, confusion and sadness weighing down on me.

"I don't believe you," he said quietly.

What planet is this guy on? Can he not actually hear anything I'm saying to him?

"You could have just called, or text, to say that," I snorted. "You didn't have to turn up at my house like a crazy person."

"But I am a crazy person," he sighed. "I must have been, to let you walk away from me. What we had was good, Abs, and I want to be part of your life again. I'm a mess without you."

My nerves were growing more frazzled with each second longer he stood there, feeding me his bullshit fresh on a plate.

"I was a mess when I was with you," I spat. "You treated me like some kind of possession, not a girlfriend. I've grown up, George. I can see our relationship for what it was, and I don't feel any need to revisit it."