Chapter Seventeen - Trey

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Her lips are soft. I know you're probably thinking that I have problems and I need to get over myself. I'm sorry. I like her and she liked me back, at least I thought so. Now she doesn't she likes that jerk, who is her neighbor and I'm willing to fight him for her.

When my tongue touches her lips, asking for entrance, she recoils. I'm scared now, I'm scared that I don't even have a chance with this beautiful girl that I was so oblivious to.

When she doesn't pull away, I place my hands on her waist. That's when she pulls back.

I had planned to corner her and talk to her. When I saw them being flirty and kissing, I just... ugh. I couldn't handle it, she's supposed to be mine, solely for me. She acted like I was nothing, like I never existed. I don't know what to think about that. I mean, yeah I get that we weren't even dating, but I really thought that she liked me.

Aiden is bigger than me, he is bigger built. That drives me insane, especially that she likes him.

"What are you doing?" She asks in a small voice. I realize then, just how little clothing she is wearing. She is wearing a bikini and Ashton's t-shirt, the t-shirt comes halfway down her thighs and I can't help but wish that it was my t-shirt.

"I wanted to talk, but you're here with that jerk, Allen or was it Adam?" I say, jealousy bursting at the brim of my being.

"His name is Alex and yeah, I am because we are dating. That's what people that are dating do. I thought you knew that." She says, anger clear in her stance.

"I thought you liked me. What happened to that? Do you not like me anymore?" I ask, pathetically. I know, I know I'm playing the guilt card. I just can't help it, I want her to like me, not him.

"Look Trey, honestly, I did. At least, I think I did. I don't really know if I do or not anymore. The only thing I'm sure of is that I like him. I don't know if I still like you. I might, I'm not really sure of most anything right now." She says, pain in her eyes. I'm not sure if I made her feel that way or if it is because she is unsure of her feelings.

"So if you don't like me, you need to say so. If you don't like me, I will leave you alone. I just need you to say it to my face." I say, It's true, I will leave her alone but if she does like me I want to know.

"I. Don't. Know. Okay? I don't know if I like you or not. I don't know anything. This is all new to me. I don't know how I feel." She says in a rush. She's getting frantic and I can tell.

"So, you don't know how you feel?" I hear and I look up. I see Alex, I forgot he was here. "That's fine with me. Get a ride home with your new boyfriend, I'm leaving. We are done." He has anger and hurt written all over his features.

"No-" She starts and he cuts her off.

"Yes, don't speak to me or come to my house. We." he says, motioning between Wendy and himself. "Are. Done."

He leaves us standing there.

I look back at Wendy. She slumps back against the tree and slides down to her knees. She has her face in her hands and is shaking. I can tell that she is crying.

"Are you okay?" I ask in a quiet voice. When she doesn't answer I say, "Wendy, are you okay?"

She just shakes her head, frantically.

"Wendy-" I start and she interrupts me.

"What Trey? What can you possibly say to make me feel better? Huh? Are you proud of yourself? You just ruined my relationship, and for what?" She snaps. "To play with my feelings, because I for one know that you're just angry that I like someone other than you. It just blows up your stupid fucking ego to have me like you, doesn't it? Happy?"

I'm speechless, I don't know what I'm supposed to say to that.

When I don't say anything she says, "Leave Trey." 

"Look, Wendy I'm-" 

"No Trey. Just leave." I don't budge. "Leave" She screams.

When she looks up at me, her eyes are pleading me to just go. There are tears all over her face. Her mascara is smeared.

I turn around and walk to my car.

When I get in my car, I slam my hands on the top of the stearing-wheel. This was not how this was supposed to go.

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