You're Mine

Chapter 41: Are You Sure About That?

     I read parts real quick where he was describing how he met Liz. It was the only part of the diary where I felt the need to pass through the text. Shortly, he met her at the youth center, and they often hanged out after school. He was worried about getting in relationship with her because he knew she was the kind of girl who wanted a serious relationship. He wasn't sure he was ready for that.
    
     Over time, she made him to forget about me, she made him laugh, and he started to love her. She was the first girl he had a serious relationship with, and he was planning to propose to her after they finished high school...But that was until...We meet.

     Later, he talked about our meeting and how he got upset very much. Because he realized he still had some feelings for me.  And it really touched me.

     I leaned my head on the sofa and sighed deeply. That insight into his mind killed me. I had to make one more pause because I was increasingly worried about where this story is going.

     Plus, I was late at the celebration of Kevin's 18th birthday party at the club. I couldn't miss it because it was too important.

     I decided to take a shower, dress up, and carry his diary to read it whenever I could get a chance tonight. I saw that only fifteen pages of the diary left.

     I assumed I would be able to finish it in the club. And you know what they say about the assumptions.

     It would be this night to remember that I was not so overwhelmed by the desire to finish his diary.

     I finally arrived at the destination. When Kevin saw me and came to me he must have thought I was miserable.

     "There you are, we are all looking for you!"

     I hugged him. "Happy birthday, Kev."

     "Thank you. Is that a book?"

     "Yeah.", I lied and put the diary in my bag. "You know how when you start reading a book and you can't get it out of your hands."

     "Is there much sex?"

     I had to think about it. "Not really."

     "Okay, okay, come on then, almost everyone is here."

     After awhile, I finally took a chance to read the one last part. I went to the table in the corner, sat and started reading again.

     Dear Diary,

     Betty didn't look at me while we were driving to the airport. We spent all those special moments together and she couldn't even look at me, but I couldn't blame her.

     In the last twenty-four hours we practically went through heaven and hell, and I just left her...again. And I didn't know what to say. What do you say to someone you leave for the second time?

     I'm officially the biggest jerk in the world. The tears came to me because I couldn't relieve the pain she had felt, because I couldn't do anything that would made me to stay.

     She rushed me. And she was right. This isn't going to end well.

     I was surprised when she leaned and quickly kissed me on the cheek. Suddenly she went to the car and slammed the door before I realized what was going on. I could feel her kiss still burning my skin while I was walking in aerodrome building.

     I wanted to look at her once more, so I turned around. Big mistake. Through the glass I saw she leaned her head on the wheel. I just ran to her car and knocked on the window. She turned to me and came out wiping her tears away.

     Before I even came to myself, my lips were on hers. I was thinking with my heart in that moment. It was a powerful, desperate kiss, and I didn't even know what it meant.

     She interrupted it. We talked a bit about everything. She went back to the car.

     She drove and left me on the sidewalk, which was appropriate, because I unintentionally hit the same place...twice, actually.

     I was really tempted to jump into the cab and go after her. But I had to get on that plane and go back because once in a lifetime I had to do the right thing.

     I turned to the next page hoping it wasn't the end of it. It's not possible that he ended it at the moment he left.

     I took the phone out of my bag and sent a message to him. 'I read it, the letter and the diary. Now I see much more clearly, and the fact that you stopped writing the diary where you stopped it.'

     Fuck. I cried, and I had to go back to my friends. But I guess I'm gonna spend the rest of the night trying to forget about all of this.

     "Help me to drown my sorrow.", I remembered him telling me that in the casino. That's what I needed now.

     My friends were on the dance floor and waved at me when they saw me. They took me by the hand and pulled me on the dance floor with them and we danced at least one hour. I was thinking more and more about Billy, so I danced faster and shook my hips and moved my head around.

     I didn't want to stop dancing, because I didn't want to feel all the pain that his words caused me.

     Half an hour later, my phone vibrated. 'What do you think I stopped there?'

     His answer shocked me. I thought he would be angry because I read it, even if he told me not do it.
    
     In order not to lose control on the dance floor, I continued to dance as if nothing had happened. I didn't want my friends to think something was wrong.

     I continued to dancing while I was writing the text.
    
     Me: 'I don't know, maybe because you don’t feel anything for me anymore. Everything else doesn't concern me.'
     Billy: 'Are you sure about that?'
     Me: 'What are you trying to say?'
     Billy: 'Stop dancing for five seconds and maybe I'll tell you.'

     What?

     Before I was able to turn around, I buried myself in the place when I felt strong hands on me. They slipped slightly down my waist and confidentially stopped on my ass. That touch. That smell. The way my body responds.

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