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Chapter 25: Dirty Little Secret

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Song- "Dirty Little Secret"- All American Rejects
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"Do you still love me?" Bailey asks looking deep into my eyes.

I have to repeat the question in my head over 100 times to make sure he actually said that. I ignore all the laughing and aww-ing from my friends and focus on that one question "Do you still love me?"

I honestly don't know myself do I still love him? I do feel something towards him but I don't know if it's love.
We have way too much history to be in a relationship but maybe that's a good reason to be in a relationship? This is all too confusing.

"I don't know" I say shyly looking down at my fumbling fingers.
I know that my face is red from embarrassment so I try to hide it my staring down at the grass.
I realise that the whole group is silent and theirs are fixed on either me or Bailey which I find extremely uncomfortable.

"You don't know?," Bailey says smiling a bit "Well I know how I feel about you, Liz I am still in love with you and I know it's wrong since I know what j made you do but please just hear me out"

That was unexpected. I thought that he was going to say something else. He still loves me? After all this drama he is still in love with me? Is he joking or what?"

"Are you serious?" I asks chuckling a bit because this is all just too good to be true.

"Yes I am 100% serious"
I don't say anything I just look at him and then break eye contact.
"Well say something" he chuckles showing his gorgeous white teeth.
I sigh in my brain...

"It just seems all too good to be true that's all" I say

"It isn't can't you just believe that I would still love you after everything that we have been through"

"Hmmm ok but can we talk about this later... Privately"

"Sure text me?"

"Yep"

Then I go back smiling at myself when picking at my dirty old converses.
All of my beautiful friends are smiling and whispering to each and I know what their whispering about.

I decide to myself that I do still love Bailey because I don't know what else to call this feeling besides love. I feel it every time we make eye contact, every time we touch or hold hands, every time I think about him. It's love. I know that I am undoubtedly in love.