Just Another Brushstroke

Chapter 21

Jeremy's POV

I walked into Angelo's bedroom when I noticed that his stack of papers was strewn on the floor. The window he left open must have blown the papers all over the place. I started picking up the papers when two certain papers caught my eye.

I tried to just pick them up and not look at them. I really did try but it wouldn't hurt to peek, right? One of them looked like a plane ticket, and that's the one I was most curious about. I did trust Angelo and I doubt he would care.

It was plane ticket to London in three months. Why was he going to London? That's when I saw a paper underneath it with Royal College of Art on the top of the paper. It was an acceptance letter. I peeked out the doorway and he was just sitting on the couch.

He never even told me. Why wouldn't he tell me? I asked him and he lied to me. I had to confront him now or never. Thoughts were racing as guilt seemed to set in. I never should have looked. I should have just trusted him.

I walked out and held up the papers, "what's this?"

He jumped up and looked surprised. He reached for them but I pulled them back towards me. He gave me an irritated look and I just sent one back.

"Did you go through my stuff?" He asked angrily.

"Are you serious right now? No I didn't. You left your window open and the papers blew on the floor. I gave you the courtesy to pick them up and these caught my eye. Explain." I said tapping my foot as my patience slowly drained.

"I applied and I didn't think it would happen because of the scandal surrounding my family. Except it did and I start in August," he said as he stared at his feet.

"Were you planning on telling me or leaving me behind?" I asked with my voice rising.

He looked like I just slapped him in the face. I did with my words. His eyes looked sympathetic and he searched me face for the perfect answer. "Of course I wouldn't leave you. Jeremy is that what you really think of me? I love you." He said with a crack in his voice.

"Well I never expected you to lie to me either so I don't even know anymore." I said coldly as I shoved the papers into his hands.

He looked hurt by my words and I quickly regretted them. I knew he loved me even if he lied to me, and I loved him. I loved him and when he got that look on his face, I wanted to start crying. I didn't want to hurt him as badly as I thought I had.

"I was going to tell you, Jeremy. I didn't want us to focus on the fact that we weren't going to be with each other after the summer, I just wanted to enjoy these moments with you. I'm sorry, I was planning on telling you right now actually." He said.

I wanted to believe him. Before I knew it, he was kissing me. My brain quickly let the anger leave as the lust between us started to take over. There is a slim line between anger and lust at times. I never understood how he did that to me, how he made me feel weak after just one slow kiss.

The butterflies were still there, I thought they would leave but they still haven't left me alone. I started to feel light-headed as the pleasure started to creep in but I quickly pulled back. I couldn't get distracted.

"Look I need some air." I said and ran out the door.

I started walking fast and would turn around every few minutes to make sure he wasn't following me. I held back the tears that were threatening to spill over as I walked towards Adam's apartment. If there is one person who would make me feel better, it would be him.

I knocked on his door praying that he was home. I hadn't even texted him to give him a heads up, my mind was busy thinking about other things. The door flew open and Adam grinned but then frowned looking at my face.