amazing grace. christian yelich (book one)

thirty-four. already done

          "Grace, what the fuck was that comment?" Christian asks sharply, putting his phone down in front of me to show the comment.

          "Why did you never say anything about her if your such close friends?" I ask firmly, crossing my arms over my chest. I know I may be overreacting but we've been official only a few hours and people are pointing out that he's sending hearts to another girl for everyone to see on social media. We've been dating less than a day and I already feel like I'm not good enough for him.

          "Because I thought I was never going to see her again," he huffs, throwing his arms up. "Jesus Christ, are you seriously jealous right now? I don't throw a fit every time you send Aaron a heart or something!"

          "Because the entire world knows about my friendship with him! Maybe I'm a little threatened by the fact that a single fucking comment got you sending out hearts and sounding excited!" I yell back. "God, it's been five hours and we're already fighting."

          "We're fighting because you're being insane, Grace," he scoffs, sitting on the kitchen stool to put his head in his hands.  I am being crazy, but this is my excuse to distance myself from everyone, especially him right now. "I'm with you, I'm dating you. Why are you already doing this shit?"

          "Your mom told me about her," I tell him, tears brimming my eyes. "You used to be in love with her. Used to meaning two months ago." His eyes meet mine and everything shatters. "Am I a distraction, Christian? Do you still love her?"

          "No." He doesn't sound confident. "I was drunk when I said that."

          "Oh, even better," I laugh, shaking my head. "I think you need to leave. You have a game tomorrow."

          "Grace, don't do this," he sighs.

          "Then answer one question, one single question. I don't care if this breaks my heart, you answer me honestly." He nods slowly. "Do you still love her? Even a little?"

          His head hangs low. "Yes," he whispers. "But I love you more, Gracie. You're the girl I want to be with."

          "Get out," I tell him firmly. "I should have listened to Scott. This was a mistake. This was all physical. Just get out."

          "Gracie, please."

          "Get out, Christian! You're a fucking liar," I choke out. "Get out." Tears brim his eyes as he nods, grabbing his phone and walking to the door.

          He stops, looking over his shoulder at me. "I do love you, Grace Kingery. I'm sorry," he says quietly before leaving, leaving me to cry in my kitchen regretting my anger and regretting asking for the truth.