Blue Ribbon

Chapter 2 - Mr. Therapist

I just found the perfect song for this story!
It's called "Strangers" by Aaron Crowder.

It's not a happy song though lol, but I feel like it was written for them! (Especially for upcoming chapters, later on ;) )

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"It's the connection we can't explain,
It's the relationship that's unlike any other."

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Lilly's POV

"What are you talking about?" He asked, his tone steady, and his words measured. The disoriented emotions that swirled his eyes seconds ago suddenly faded into nothing.

Anger clenched my jaw and I grated out, "I heard everything," My eyebrow arched in accusation, "Zack wanted to ask me out before but you," I pointed at him, "You stopped him, why is that?"

I thought my question would clear out that blank look but instead, he shrugged...he simply shrugged.

I groaned in annoyance at his lack of reaction and my hand reached to the neck of his shirt, grabbing it, I pulled him down. His eyes grew wide a bit, shocked at the gesture, "Why do you always interfere in my life like that?" I hissed in his face.

His hand came to mine and gently untangled my fingers from over the fabric. He pulled it away but didn't let it go, "We are not kids anymore, okay?" I snapped while he kept silent, "You can't just steal my things when I break your toys," I sarcastically remarked, "That's not how it works now!"

He shook his head, "That's not what I am doing."

"Then what exactly are you trying to do?"

"I am trying to protect you." The words effortlessly parted his lips.

I scoffed, "Protect me?"

He nodded, "Zack is my cousin, I care about him but..." He shook his head, "He's not good for you, Lilly." His expression shifted and he sucked a deep breath into his lungs, "He's not the person you think he is."

My eyebrows pulled together and I shook my head, "That doesn't give you the permission to interfere in my life."

"I just..."

"You what?" I snapped, snatching my hand away from his grip.

Bewilderment darkened his eyes, "I just don't wanna see you get hurt!"

On a heavy exhale, I shook my head, "I don't need your protection, get it?" I held him with a smoldering gaze, "Don't meddle into my life again, don't tell me who should I or shouldn't be with, don't act like my father," At those specific words, searing anger blazed in his blue eyes, "I know what I want, nothing you can do would ever change that."

My words came out as an order, a one he better follow. But every letter seemed to feed the anger in his eyes. Gathering enough oxygen back into my lungs, I turned around, ready to go.

But he had other plans apparently.

Fingers wrapped around my arm, stopping me. With his hand tightly wrapped around my flesh, he spun me around, pulling me closer to him, caging me. His taller figure hovered over mine. I didn't look up, I didn't want to.