The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

The Not So Innocent Annie

(Picture of dining room)

        "If we go down then we go down together! They'll say we could do anything, they'll say that I was clever!" I sing Paris by the Chainsmokers, since, after all, we are walking in the streets of gorgeous Paris. I smirk as I glance at the semi-embarrassed Amir walking alongside of me.

       "Come on, sing. You know you want to." I tease, nudging his side cheekily. He looks down at me, rolling his eyes, but the glimpse of his smile is evident.

     It's just him and I, walking side by side in the petite streets of Paris. Local cafés and tall, vintage buildings surround the narrow street we're walking in. The scent of croissants and coffee dances with the evening air, swirling around couples that lean into each other, talking and laughing, kissing in the Parisian air.

To say Paris is beautiful is an understatement.

    We've just got done climbing the Eiffel Tower, on our way back to our hotel. It took a whole lot of convincing to let Amir let me climb with him. He wanted to make sure I was okay, and I assured him that I've never been better.

    "If we go down then we go down together. We'll get away with anything. ." I begin again, hopefully glancing up at my husband who isn't really my husband.

      "Let's show them we are better." He murmurs, and I grin up at him so widely my jaw hurts. He glances down at me, and a smile breaks onto his face when he sees how big my grin is.

        "We we're staying in Paris! To get away from your parents and I thought wow, standing there with a frown and a cigarette, posting pictures of yourself on the internet, out on the terrace. ." Our voices ring in unison across the crowded street as some even turn to look at where the ruckus is coming from. Let me tell you - me and Amir aren't singers.

        Laughs erupt from inside of me as I take in the confused and almost disgusted glances we're getting.

     Despite all that has happened in the past week, I'm finally sort of happy.

        I don't know how long this emotion is going to last, and I don't even know how to act as it climbs onto my lips and my face, making me glow from within. I don't remember the last time I felt genuinely happy, and I don't know when this emotion is going to leave me, so I cherish the time I have with it now.
 
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      The next day, we go to the main hall, this time some people are huddled around, eating and watching the news on the tv in the corner. Pictures of the man from a week ago flash across the screen.

    It only seems like it was yesterday, though. The attack was brutal, it wounded be emotionally. There were many nights where I could cry, sob, and yell at Amir for leaving me. He handled me so well, cleaning my cut on my chin and helping me take my headache pills. He filed the case, went to court, and won with his lawyer, Phillip Williams. He did everything he could. He broadcasted it on the news and threatened to sue DisneyLand Corp. for having such a man on their property. Luckily, they calmed him down.

    Now that's it's been a week, I can finally look back and think, wow, Amir has changed. He's different. Always worrying and fussing over my safety. I like the new change.

I still remember the way he was flirting with that woman which caused me to leave in the first place and that's when this whole mess started, but he's apologized countless times. I know it's his second time cheating on me, and every time, the wounds cut deeper, and it hurts more. But I've learnt to deal with it, to forgive. If he even tries to look at another woman, though, I'll probably rip his eyeballs out of his sockets. He promised to have no one in his life and I promised him the same, and that was the only term we had on our little agreement that implied we were even something more than friends. But of course, we weren't. Well, we were, because friends don't just kiss each other like that. And friends don't just get each other all twisted up, all hot and messy. Friends don't make you feel that way. Friends don't chase after you like you're their prey, their target. Friends don't do the things Amir and I do, but I guess we're friends with physical attraction involved. When it comes to emotional, though, there's nothing. I don't think he wants anything to do with me that goes beyond physical.