Remember

~Chapter 26~

Hey everyone! So I'm actually pretty angry because my original Ch.26 got deleted so now I have to make a new one. I'm really angry but I'm just going to have to deal with it. The messed up part about all of this is that this is one of the longest chapters I had ever made for this story and now it's all gone. Smh man smh. I'll try to include as much info as I can remember.

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I instantly straighten up and step forwards to distance myself from Connor. Oh gosh this looks really bad. I never did leave the position I was in before he walked in.

"Oh..um..sorry. I'm gonna-uh..go." Scott turns on his heal, awkwardly, and touches the door handle at the time time when Connor speaks up.

"No, stay. I have to get going anyways."

Connor plants a soft kiss on my forehead. I could almost swear that he gives a warning glance at Scott when he does this, but I don't make a comment on it.

I'm probably just imagining things.

He then grabs his jacket from the rack and walks out into the hallway.

"We weren't doing anything sexual...even though I don't know what that could of even been if it were," I say the words so quickly that I don't even hear my self correctly.

"Oh. Um it's okay," Scott states. He shifts on his heal back and forth. When he walked in, his face was a very deep shade of red and he even seemed hurt for a second, before he looked away and wiped the expression from his face immediately.

I'm about to speak up but, instead, he does.

"So your guys are serious," he says as if he's trying to understand the words rather than asking me them.

"Eh- um..yeah," I stutter.

"That was quick," he rudely comments.

"You're one to talk!" I yell.

"What do you mean 'I'm one to talk'!"

"You still don't get it, do you? Scott, you knew how I felt about you and you went off and made out with Celeste Gustav! How could you? Especially since you have a past with her!  I trusted you, I cared for you, I was there for you damn it! What did you do? Oh yeah! You broke my heart Scott. You really did and you can't even process that into your thick skull yet, can you? You hurt me and you promised me before that you never would. I was the fool...for believing in you." I scoff in the middle of my last sentence.

"Valerie...i'm so sorry, I really am. Please. Please let me explain," Scott pleads.

"No. You don't get to explain anymore," I say sternly.

"Val, please," he continues.

"Stop calling me that."

He shakes his head. He looks frantic now.

"Do you love me," I ask out of the blue.

He seems taken back by my question.

"W-what," he asks quietly.

"Do you love me," I repeat calmly.

I mentally and physically want and need him to be honest with me for once. It'll ease down the anger that's boiling inside of my emotions.

"That time i told you I loved you..."

Here is comes. The moment of truth.

"I lied. I didn't love you and i still don't."

Tears well up in my eyes. What the fuck. What's wrong with him.

"Wait that came out wrong. I care for your Val, i really do. I just... i don't love you to that extent."

This is the worst conversation i've ever had in my entire life. He doesn't 'love me to that extent'. Who the fuck says that?

"Valerie...i really do feel something for you," he adds after a short moment of silence.

"Yeah, but that feeling isn't love and neither is mine....... I--I hate you."

I don't hate him, but i want to hurt him as much as he hurt me.

"No you don't."

"I do."

He stands up and walks closer to me but i back away.

"Tell me to leave you alone and i will. I will go away and you won't ever have to see my face again. Just tell me to go and i'll go."

A couple of seconds pass and I don't say a word.

"Just say the words and i'll never speak to you again."

I really don't want to say the words but i know that i have to.

"Don't talk to me ever again," I say with cracks between my voice. I'm so emotionally drained that I can't even keep a straight voice.

With that he frowns deeply and makes his way to the door. How did he get in here anyways? I follow him and he says one more thing before he leaves.

"I really am sorry," he says as he opens the door. Tears start to slide down my cheeks and I respond to him by saying "me too."

I close the door behind him and press by back against it. I slide down and bend my knees once my bum hits the floor. I wrap my arms around my legs and place my head between them. I begin to sob. Tears consistently drape down my face and my mind is in a thousand different places at this very moment.

Why does everything have to be so complicated with Scott? At least, when I was with Gavin I didn't feel all these emotions. I guess now I won't have to worry about Gavin or Scott.

The fact of the matter is that Love simply doesn't exist. At least, not for me.