Forbidden Love

chapter thirty

"You know, I wish that telling people what you think about them isn't considered being rude. I would be able to tell everybody exactly what I think about them without worrying that I hurt their feelings."

"I think you do that anyways."

I shoved Tobias playfully, catching him off guard. He stumbled a little on his feet, knocking some lettuce off of his sandwich. He gave me a cheeky grin before pushing his hair back. It was beginning to get very long.

"I'm being serious. Life would be much simpler," I continued, sipping my chai. "I could tell Noel to mind her own damn business. I could break up with Julian already. I could be at ease."

"So why not do all those things?" He asked, stopping at a green light. In front of us pedestrians were still walking, causing taxi drivers to honk their horn angrily.

"I don't want to seem bitchy," I admitted.

We turned a corner and I could see The SoHo Grand in my eyesight. I quickly looked away, not wanting to remember earlier events. After standing around for a while I knew that Noel wasn't going to come outside and apologize. She wasn't going to welcome me into her arms and beg for me to join her. No, she was done with me and I was done with her. I called Tobias and luckily he just went on his break from training. He met me here and together we went to this small deli a couple of blocks away. We were now returning to the gym where he was training.

"But will it make you feel better? You said yourself that life would be much easier," he explained, crumbling his wrapper. He reached out for the bag I was holding and pulled out a second sandwich and began unwrapping it.

"I wouldn't in the beginning. But I would feel better in the long run."

"Then go for it," Tobias said with a mouthful of food.

I scrunched my nose in disgust. He saw my face and stuck his tongue out in front of me, showing me all the contents he was eating. I squirmed away and I could hear him chuckle deeply next to me.

"You're disgusting," I complained. I wrapped my scarf closer around my neck as a cold, windy breeze passed us. "And it's easier said than done. I don't want to hurt anyone feelings in the process."

Tobias shrugged and discarded his lunch in one of the nearby trash cans. "I hate to break it to you Reign, but you're going to have to do it sometime. It's better to rip the bandage off and get it over with."

I groaned. Tobias wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I laid my head on his chest. "I hate that expression."

"I do too, but it is true."

I looked up at him and saw him already glancing down at me. "That's exactly why I hate it."

He leaned down and gave me a small, warming peck before placing his head on my shoulder. We were hugging now, both of us clutching onto each other.

"You'll do what's right."

~*~

"You don't have to stay," Tobias said, wrapping some tape around his fingers.

I gulped the lump forming in my throat. I didn't want to stay only because I didn't want to see him get hurt. On the other hand I wanted to stay because what if he did? After last week I thought he would stop fighting but no. I should've known better. Tobias was too stubborn, a trait I love and hate at the same time.

"I want to stay," I pleaded.

"You're just saying that," he snorted. "Your face says it all. You're scared."

"Am not," I stubbornly lied.

"Oh yeah?" He daunted, walking in front of me. "So why are you shaking?"