~Loosing Myself.~

~Chapter 7

'I've waited for you for what? A year? And you show me up like that?'

'Zack I don't know what your problem is. We're nothing!' I yell back,

A little too harshly.

'Nothing?! Then why did you kiss me!'

'As if you don't remember!' I scoff. 'I told you no but you kissed me anyway! It's not my fault!'

'Your acting as if I don't know!'

My eyes widen in shock and I stare at him.

'Dont know? Know about what?' I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

He throws his hands up in the air and bites down on his lip.

'You know what? Your a drop out. What are you planning to do with your life huh?'

What the hell has brought this on?!

'What has this got to do with anything?' I ask in shock.

'Your tutoring him practically, your doing all the work I know it. But what's your plans after college, honestly?'

Tutoring who? Justin?

I don't even know what I'm doing after college. I haven't even thought about it myself.

'I-'

'Exactly. Later Ashlee.'

I stand there in shock, watching him walk away. What the hell?

I walk away myself, down the long roads until I end up at my house, pulling my phone from my pocket and calling the number I need right now.

'Hello?' His voice asks, and I wipe under my eyes.

'Justin can you come over? Please?'

'Ashlee? Whats wrong babe?'

I sigh and fix the phone in my hand, placing it against my ear.

'Nothing I just-' I stop myself, afraid of what I'm about to say.

'You just what?'

'I just need you.' I admit, fixing my hair.

'Then I'll be there. Give me five minutes.'

I nod, forgetting that he can't see me.

'Thank you.'

'Anytime babe.' He says before ending the call.

I pace back and forth in the kitchen.

Seeing the anger in zacks eyes made me afraid. It's almost as if he wanted to hurt me physically just like I hurt him emotionally.

I hear Justin's car pull up and sigh in relief, right now he's all I need.

'Babe?' His voice rings, followed by a door shut.

'Kitchen.' I mumble, biting down on my nail.

'Whats wrong?' He asks, walking infront of me and taking my elbows in his hands.

I look at his features, taking his presence in. His eyes search mine.

'I have no idea what I'm doing with my life.' I admit, sighing.

'What do you mean?' He coo's, rubbing his hands up and down my arm.

'I just don't know. It's like I have no idea-'

'You know you can do anything right?'

'Thats easy for you to say.' I roll my eyes, sarcastically moving away from him and crossing my hands around my chest.