Crashing Into You

Horror

I heard something once.

You get two epic loves in your life.

One that they will write songs about, the other that they will write movies about.

When I think of this saying.....I know exactly who they are.

When I was in the sixth grade, I met the love of my life. Or what I thought was. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. Max. He was popular, I was not. When I would stick notes in his locker, his friends would laugh and make fun of me. All he would do was thank me and move on with the day. I used to walk a different way to class because the halls were so crowded. I would pass him every day for three years on the same route. He would smile at me and I would smile but I never said anything to him. I was sure he loved me too.

Max did not.

When I was a freshman in high school, there was a brown-haired, green-eyed boy. Jeff. He was a mean boy. He did not like me very much. One day this boy started walking me to the spot where my dad would pick me up after class. I very much loved this boy. He asked me on a date once. I leaped for joy and had the best time. When our date was over he decided he didn't like me. I coulda sworn he loved me too.

Jeff did not.

I had moved away from school in my Junior year because my father got a job in a different city. I hated the school I went to so for my Senior year I decided it would just be best to drive to my old school. Turns out, they both took an interest in me on my time away. I couldn't help but fall in love with both of them all over again.

And now here I am madly in love with Jeff, but getting married to Max....today.

I had to see him, just one more time.

I step in out of the rain to his favorite spot in Nashville. Jeff loved the little tattoo shop at the end of Broadway. He called it his happy place.

The bell chimes as I walk in, soaked from the rain. Robbie, the tattoo artist that Jeff sees the most and happens to be his brother, shouts, "Be there in just a second!"

"No need, Robbie. It's Emma. Is Jeff here?" I say calmly. I cant believe how steady my voice is. I know what I am about to do.

"Uh, Em. I'm not sure you wanna see him right now. He has been drinking all morning." he sounds far away. The buzzing of the needle is loud but purrs like a kitten.

"Please. I need to see him." I am begging at this point.

"Uh. Alright, he is upstairs." Robbie shouts in "this is your last warning" kind of tone.

"Thanks," I mutter as I run up the stairs.

I am going to do it. I am going to profess my love to him. He needs to know.

Ok, so he already knows but I am not sure he heard me when I said it the first time. I cannot do Max justice if I know Jeff feels the same way as I do. I know what you are thinking and no I am not a slut. I love Max, I really do. But there is just something about Jeff that is so incredibly sexy I cannot stop thinking about him. I have loved the man since freshman year of high school and I have to tell him how much....again.

I swing open the door and sure enough, the broody green-eyed man has a bottle in his hands. Jeff is looking out of the balcony, over broadway silently drinking. Why? Its like 2 pm.

"Jeff." I steady my voice. I am ready.

Jeff whips around, his eyes lock on mine. He is hurting. I can't understand why, he has KNOWN I'm in love with him for years. Never once has he given me the time of day...other than just being my friend.

"Em." His eyes are wild but his voice is like honey and is calm, just like Jeff.

I can't help but look at how sexy he looks. His brown locks are trapped under a grey beanie, white t-shirt barely covering his tattoos, flannel wrapped around his waist, and straight-legged jeans. So hot. His green eyes look in my direction again, the hurt is gone and something new has replaced them. He is void of all emotions. This is the Jeff I know. Void of any emotion except lust.

"I have to tell you something and you need to be honest in return." Good girl. Keep confidence.

"What could you possibly have to say to me. On. Your. Wedding. Day. Em?" The venom is not missed.

Why is he so mean? Like all you had to say was "Sure?"

Deep breath, you got this. "I love you, Jeff. I love you and if you told me you love me today I would leave Max. Please, I want to walk down the aisle to you I have loved you with my whole heart for so long. Tell me you love me too."

Good girl!

Jeff sighs looking me up and down. "I do not love you, Emma. I told you this a year ago. I am telling you this now. Stop doing this to yourself and let Max love you. Please stop and just move on."

"You are positive? You don't love me?" The tears are like bullets.

"Jesus, stop crying. Please, you are killing me." He quickly fills the space between us and engulfs me, I take in every ounce of his strong cologne smell mixed with bourbon. He strokes my hair and lets me cry in his chest.

I look up at him, I grab his shirt with my fist and I kiss the man. Yep. He just told me he practically hates me and I am throwing myself at him. Jeff stiffens above my kiss for a second and then melts into me. His kisses are needy and passionate. As he releases my lips, he starts to kiss down my jawline and down my neck. I knew at that moment I was a goner.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I wake up, on my wedding day, just had sex with someone other than my groom, at the tattoo shop, in the upstairs bedroom. Naked. That was freaking amazing and everything I expected. I smile and sit up. The bed is empty and Jeff isn't in the room.

I run my hand down the side of the bed he occupied earlier and something crinkles underneath. Intrigued, I pick up the paper.

'Emma' is written on the top, folded down the middle. I open it, expecting a love note from Jeff but instead I stare in horror at the words written.

'Marry Max'

J