Torn

Chapter 8

Two years she hid from me, but why had it been so easy for her to go out with Niall?

Does she fancy him too?

Is he one of the reasons why she left?

Did she kiss him too?

Did they share a night like we did?

I know I am probably blowing this out of proportion; that I should talk to her first. But I can't help it, it seems my three days of peace are finally over and the chaotic thoughts are back again and with a vengeance.

I open my eyes again and feel Louis' gaze on me. Immediately, I become ashamed, behaving like a fucking schoolgirl in love for the first time. I open my mouth to apologize, but his last statement comes back to me, causing me to backtrack and utter a completely different set of words.

"You said 'we'" I turn to him curiously and I am met with guilty sapphires "Who do you mean we?"

Louis sighed "Me and the boys" he answered, causing me to stiffen once again.

"We didn't mean to keep it from you, since we knew how protective you were of her. Niall wanted to be the one to tell you, but"

"But?" I ask trying to keep my impatience and temper from flaring.

"I-I think Selena didn't want you to know"

And that was all it took for me to succumb to the frenzy in my mind as I stood up and made a dash for the nearest loo, ignoring the calls of my name from my best mate.

I straighten up after splashing some cold water on my face and rinsing my mouth off the taste and smell of bile. I am not yet satisfied of my appearance but I do look and feel a little better than before. Grabbing some paper towels, I quickly wipe my face, deciding to end the day already.

My footsteps are quick and heavy as I get out of the loo and walk towards the parking lot. I do not intend to be rude and still make an effort to offer a small smile to those who greet me. But I don't make it a point to stop anymore for idle chitchat. Thankfully, they appear to get my vibe as they just opt to turn around and walk away or continue with whatever it is they're occupied with after a call of my name and a small wave.

I can't resist the sigh of relief that comes off me as I finally step out of the doors. Since I have emptied my only decent meal for this day, I can feel myself getting worked up to the beginnings of a semi-famished state. This day has undeniably taken its toll on me and I intend to unwind a bit even just thru an appealing meal.

I begin to picture my options in my head, hoping that it's not yet too late for my day to get better since I know my patience is already hanging on a very thin wire and I will most likely lash out at the next person I will encounter.

But when my head tilts a little to the right, I stop dead in my tracks and immediately know that I spoke too soon. Because there parked a few cars away from mine is a familiar black, 1963 comet.

She's here.

Instantly her picture behind the wheel comes to my mind, with her brunette locks dancing with the wind as she sings every song that would play on the radio, even if her lyrics would come out wrong.

I almost smile at the image I have in my head. Almost. Because as soon as my lips start to twitch upward for the first time today, I remember my discussion with Louis and I guess that was enough for the anger to start brimming again as I turn on my heels and speed up to the way I came from.

(o)

Selena...

"Hey come on, I thought the first one was okay?"