He could have hurt Sasha. “Try touching my girl again, and I’ll drop you so fast, you won’t be able to tell the sops who did it.”
I turn before he can get another word in, enjoying theflash of fear I saw before going so, and drag Sasha out the back door. When we get to the alleyway behind the building, I drop her to the ground.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She gawks, swaying slightly.
I take a deep breath, exhaling through my nose before leaning against the brick wall and crossing my arms. “Who the hell was that guy?”
Confusion crosses her face before understanding replaces it, “you can’t get mad, you broke up with me… remember,” she says calmly.
Toocalmly.
I turn around, punching the wall behind me. I need to feel something, do something to keep me from going back in there and making sure the guy will never be able to look at her ever again. The feel of brick splitting my knuckles open sends a wave of relief through me. It’s fucked up, but the pain centres me for a second. “That doesn’t mean the sight of another man touching you doesn’t drive me mad! I wanted to torture him,” I yell.
“But-“
“I regret it, okay?” I yell over her, “I regret every second I’ve spent without you.” My chest feels like it’s about to cave in, no matter how much I breathe, it does nothing to ease the quickly growing anger. “For fucks sake, Pixie, I’ve done nothing but watch you from afar these last weeks. It feels like a punch in the god damn gut every time I see you smile because I know it’s for someone else, not me.”
Her chest starts to rise faster, and it takes everything in me not to rush up, tangle her hair in my fingers and kiss the shit out of her.
Her grey eyes bore into mine, so much pain and angerflashing behind them, but when she goes to open her mouth, I talk over her again.
“You’re acting like we weren’t in love, like nothing fucking happened between us.”
I flex my fingers, itching to punch the wall behind me again, but stop myself because I’m already cut up, I still have to be able to play in the game tomorrow night.
“That’s not-“
Fuck it.
I punch it again anyway, “I fucked up, okay? I should have never left you standing there in that hallway, but fuck I need you so badly. Ineedyou, Sasha.” My voice is shaking, and even though I’m more heartbroken than angry, you would never know it by how loud I’m yelling.
“Don’t do that.” She snaps, nostrils flaring. “Please. Be angry if you want, but don’t do that. I’ve been in the darkness for so long, don’t push me back there. Let me speak.”
That forces me to freeze. I stare at her in astonishment for a second before a small smile starts to grow, which only infuriates her more.
“Looks like my Little Pixie found her voice,” I chuckle.
She blinks, “you’re an ass.” She turns on her heels, heading straight in the opposite direction and muttering to herself about how fucked up this whole thing is.
Once again, I grab her wrist, stopping her and spinning her to face me. This is the closest we’ve been in weeks, and the heat radiating off her body makes mine react in ways I never thought possible.
“I fucking love you, Johnny, of course I do.” Tears cling to her lashes, and my heart shatters a little. “How you thought I could just forget about us so easily is idiotic. I’ve been doing nothing but grieve what could have been.”
God, I want to kiss her so badly. I want to kiss her untilthose tears disappear completely and we can go back to how it was.
She chokes on a sob, “the first night I finally felt like a human again, and maybe started to move on, you had to show up and ruin it all. When I saw you, I was overcome with a need to make you angry, to force you to come and talk to me. Force you to notice me.”
Wait what?
“You knew I was here?” I ask her, a small spark of hope igniting.
She throws her arms up, “of course I knew!” My heart thunders in my chest, that tiny little spark growing bigger by the second. “I can feel you everywhere, any time we’re in the same room together I can feel your presence. It’s impossible to miss you, you command a room like no one else.”
I reach for her, but she steps back before I can do anything.
“And all that shit you just said, it makes me think that maybe we have a chance, which is fucking stupid because why would you pick me for a second time when every girl on campus is in a single-file line waiting for-“
She doesn’t step back fast enough this time, and my arms wrap themselves around her waist. Not a single word is spoken between us as a few tense beats pass. “Say you’ll take me back,” I whisper.
