Chapter 7
I couldn't say anything, there were no words. Paul and that Claire bitch were sprawled out on the pool table, slobbering all over each other. Clairs shirt was off, and in a pile on the floor, and Pauls pants were halfway off already.
I gasped, they finally noticed me, Paul jummped up, pushing the petite Claire onto the ground with a thud. He started twoard me, I began to back up, trying to get out. I reached behind me for the door to push it open, but it was already opend. I feel backwards onto the hard cold cement.
"Alex.. let me expalin." He kept shouting, he came over to try to help me up, but I refused his hand. I got up on my own, turned and ran through the gardens, back through the door, and back to my room. Paul was following close behind.
I locked the door, and as walked back to my bed in tears, Paul began to pound on the door. I ignored it natrualy, butfor some reason Grace let him in. He quickend his pace as he made his way across the room to me.
"Alex, please.." He started, but I didn't want to hear it.
"No, stop, I don't want to hear your excuses." my tears slowed, I was now too angry to to cry.
"It wasn't what you think!" ok, did he not hear what I just said.
"Oh, ok so what was it?" I commenced. "Let me guess, you were rehearsing for a play.. Oh no wait she was chockeing and the only way you could help he was by sticking your goddamn tounge down her throat." I could feel my cheeks reddin as my voice grew louder. Again he opended his mouth to prostest, but I wouldn't let him.
"No! Paul, you just cheated on me in my own house with my own tennis instructer." You could tell he was getting heated himself.
"You were never here long enough for me to even kiss you. I got lonely damnit! you invite me here to spend time with you since we never see each other and you weren't ever home. You always had to run off and do some silly interveiw. You are so stuck in the role of being a little princess that you don't notice or even care about anyone around you."
"Whoa! Hold on there, you are wrong, dead fucking wrong. Everytime I had to leave, I offerd to stay but you wouldn't let me. You told me that you knew I had to do this and that you understood. Or wait were you just getting rid of me so you neck with that French bimbo. And if your opend your eyes I did care for you, but you were right, we never saw each other and that was neither of our faults. But that's not it, there was someone else. I was in love with Harry, but he never knew, I kept that from him becuase everytime that I have had a boyfriend I have screwed it up, I thought maybe, just maybe now that I am here and had a chance to start over, but obveously I was wrong because I messed everything up." I fell to the couch crying.
I felt him leave the room. I looked up to make sure he was gone, when I say Harry. My heart dropped again.
"Ho-how long have you been there?" I demanded breathlessly. He grinned and shook his head.
"Long enough!" He then ran over to be and encircled me in his arms. I didn't know what to think. All my dreams were comeing true right then and there, but all I could think about was how I just lost Paul.
He pulled away from me with an adorable smile plasterd on his face.
"Are you ok?" he asked, I nodded slightly whipeing my tear streaked face, I looked at my fingers whitch now had black mascara on it.
"Crap.. I must look wonderful." I stated sarcasticly.
"No, you look fine, and it dosn't matter becuase you have every right to cry." He put his left hand on the back of my head and pulled me foward to kiss me on the head. I felt a chill descend from my neck to my toes. I got up and went to the bathroom, wadded up some toilet paper and cleand my face.
I didn't know what to think about Harry. I didn't know what he ment my long enough. Did he mean he was there "long enough" to see me crying, or did he hear me stupidly confess my love for him. God how can I be so stupid to of said that in front of everybody.
I lifted my head up from the sink, after spraying my face with cold water. I looked in the mirror to see Harry standing behind me. I spun around quickly. He had a loveing smile on his face.
"I think we need to talk." He started, embraceing my cold wet hand and guideing me to my bed. I climbed up and coverd my legs with my feather blanket.
"I guess you know that I heard what you said." Well that answers my question. He did hear me.. damn me and my big mouth! I nodded shamefully. "I don't know what to think of it right now.. but I am really flatterd." Ouch, I always know when I guy says that its just and easy way of him saying that I disgust him and he would never like me even if I were the last girl on the planet.
"I didn't mean for you to hear that, and I don't want you to think anything of it, because it was all dumb, and that was awhile ago. I mean common, I know that you like Ashley and have liked her forever. So seriously, just forget that I ever said it because I was just upset with Paul and everything.. alright." There that was the right thing to say.. wasn't it?
"Oh.. ok then.." Hie voice was a bit weird, but he still had a smile on his face. He then told me that he had to go and that he hoped I fell better. He hugged me goodbye and then departed.
* * *
Spring vacation already. I got a new lap top for christmas, so the one with all my writeings on were back here. That is mainly why I haven't written forever. Plus even if I had it with me at school, I would never had time to write. I have been so overloaded with work that I was going to bed around 3 everynight.
God, if my mom knew that she would be praticly sueing the school. Telling them that 'A young lady needs her rest' and all that junk. So when she asks, I just tell her that schools great!
Well the first few weekends were horrible for me.. I just hibernated in my room, replaying that moment in my head, over and over again. All I could feel was sorry for my self. Untill finaly, I relized that it wasn't my fault. So I got up, went out and began enjoying my youth.
Oh, hold on, moms calling me!
Oh my gosh! Mom just told me that they are sending me and Harry to Paris for vacation! How awesome is that! I have to go pack! We leave in an hour! I guess i'll write after I get back! Bye!
* * *
Wow, soo much to tell you. I'll start at the begging.
Alright, so we started off the first day we went to the Eiffle Tower. It was gorgeus.. But we all know how I am with hights..
"So, you ready to go up.." Harry said, as he began walking to the entrance. I just stood there strianing my neck looking up at the peak. When he finally noticed that I wasn't with him he turned back and gave me an impatient look. Agian, when I didn't move he approached me and grabbed my arm to pull me with him.
"Common Alex.. stop stearin lets go!" He said his accent takeing away from his impatient attitude.
"I can't.." Was all I could say. There was no way you were getting me up there, it's like a million feet up..
"What.." Harry asked shortly.
"I'm not going up there, no way." By now people began reconizeing us, and flashes began to go off.
"Alex.. you have been telling me over and over agian that you always wanted to go to Paris and see the Eiffle Tower.. now you can't just stand here and see it from the ground, you have to experience it from the top.. Plus people are beggining to take pictures."
"I'm scared.. I'm no good with heights, and there is no way you are gettin me up that high." Harry sighed half heartedly.
"Alright, common.. please! For me.." He made a cute irresistable puppy dog face. Takeing a deep breath in, and one last look at the heigth, I agreed. The whole way up the tower, my breaths became deeper and louder.. Harry saw my panic and took my hand and grasped it in his. My heart rate dropped, I felt a little better. Once I got up there, I was so glad he forced me.. It was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. I walked up to the edge, my heart soreing, and not just from the firght. But from the feeling of Harry's hand in mine. I was truely in heaven.
I couldn't say anything, there were no words. Paul and that Claire bitch were sprawled out on the pool table, slobbering all over each other. Clairs shirt was off, and in a pile on the floor, and Pauls pants were halfway off already.
I gasped, they finally noticed me, Paul jummped up, pushing the petite Claire onto the ground with a thud. He started twoard me, I began to back up, trying to get out. I reached behind me for the door to push it open, but it was already opend. I feel backwards onto the hard cold cement.
"Alex.. let me expalin." He kept shouting, he came over to try to help me up, but I refused his hand. I got up on my own, turned and ran through the gardens, back through the door, and back to my room. Paul was following close behind.
I locked the door, and as walked back to my bed in tears, Paul began to pound on the door. I ignored it natrualy, butfor some reason Grace let him in. He quickend his pace as he made his way across the room to me.
"Alex, please.." He started, but I didn't want to hear it.
"No, stop, I don't want to hear your excuses." my tears slowed, I was now too angry to to cry.
"It wasn't what you think!" ok, did he not hear what I just said.
"Oh, ok so what was it?" I commenced. "Let me guess, you were rehearsing for a play.. Oh no wait she was chockeing and the only way you could help he was by sticking your goddamn tounge down her throat." I could feel my cheeks reddin as my voice grew louder. Again he opended his mouth to prostest, but I wouldn't let him.
"No! Paul, you just cheated on me in my own house with my own tennis instructer." You could tell he was getting heated himself.
"You were never here long enough for me to even kiss you. I got lonely damnit! you invite me here to spend time with you since we never see each other and you weren't ever home. You always had to run off and do some silly interveiw. You are so stuck in the role of being a little princess that you don't notice or even care about anyone around you."
"Whoa! Hold on there, you are wrong, dead fucking wrong. Everytime I had to leave, I offerd to stay but you wouldn't let me. You told me that you knew I had to do this and that you understood. Or wait were you just getting rid of me so you neck with that French bimbo. And if your opend your eyes I did care for you, but you were right, we never saw each other and that was neither of our faults. But that's not it, there was someone else. I was in love with Harry, but he never knew, I kept that from him becuase everytime that I have had a boyfriend I have screwed it up, I thought maybe, just maybe now that I am here and had a chance to start over, but obveously I was wrong because I messed everything up." I fell to the couch crying.
I felt him leave the room. I looked up to make sure he was gone, when I say Harry. My heart dropped again.
"Ho-how long have you been there?" I demanded breathlessly. He grinned and shook his head.
"Long enough!" He then ran over to be and encircled me in his arms. I didn't know what to think. All my dreams were comeing true right then and there, but all I could think about was how I just lost Paul.
He pulled away from me with an adorable smile plasterd on his face.
"Are you ok?" he asked, I nodded slightly whipeing my tear streaked face, I looked at my fingers whitch now had black mascara on it.
"Crap.. I must look wonderful." I stated sarcasticly.
"No, you look fine, and it dosn't matter becuase you have every right to cry." He put his left hand on the back of my head and pulled me foward to kiss me on the head. I felt a chill descend from my neck to my toes. I got up and went to the bathroom, wadded up some toilet paper and cleand my face.
I didn't know what to think about Harry. I didn't know what he ment my long enough. Did he mean he was there "long enough" to see me crying, or did he hear me stupidly confess my love for him. God how can I be so stupid to of said that in front of everybody.
I lifted my head up from the sink, after spraying my face with cold water. I looked in the mirror to see Harry standing behind me. I spun around quickly. He had a loveing smile on his face.
"I think we need to talk." He started, embraceing my cold wet hand and guideing me to my bed. I climbed up and coverd my legs with my feather blanket.
"I guess you know that I heard what you said." Well that answers my question. He did hear me.. damn me and my big mouth! I nodded shamefully. "I don't know what to think of it right now.. but I am really flatterd." Ouch, I always know when I guy says that its just and easy way of him saying that I disgust him and he would never like me even if I were the last girl on the planet.
"I didn't mean for you to hear that, and I don't want you to think anything of it, because it was all dumb, and that was awhile ago. I mean common, I know that you like Ashley and have liked her forever. So seriously, just forget that I ever said it because I was just upset with Paul and everything.. alright." There that was the right thing to say.. wasn't it?
"Oh.. ok then.." Hie voice was a bit weird, but he still had a smile on his face. He then told me that he had to go and that he hoped I fell better. He hugged me goodbye and then departed.
* * *
Spring vacation already. I got a new lap top for christmas, so the one with all my writeings on were back here. That is mainly why I haven't written forever. Plus even if I had it with me at school, I would never had time to write. I have been so overloaded with work that I was going to bed around 3 everynight.
God, if my mom knew that she would be praticly sueing the school. Telling them that 'A young lady needs her rest' and all that junk. So when she asks, I just tell her that schools great!
Well the first few weekends were horrible for me.. I just hibernated in my room, replaying that moment in my head, over and over again. All I could feel was sorry for my self. Untill finaly, I relized that it wasn't my fault. So I got up, went out and began enjoying my youth.
Oh, hold on, moms calling me!
Oh my gosh! Mom just told me that they are sending me and Harry to Paris for vacation! How awesome is that! I have to go pack! We leave in an hour! I guess i'll write after I get back! Bye!
* * *
Wow, soo much to tell you. I'll start at the begging.
Alright, so we started off the first day we went to the Eiffle Tower. It was gorgeus.. But we all know how I am with hights..
"So, you ready to go up.." Harry said, as he began walking to the entrance. I just stood there strianing my neck looking up at the peak. When he finally noticed that I wasn't with him he turned back and gave me an impatient look. Agian, when I didn't move he approached me and grabbed my arm to pull me with him.
"Common Alex.. stop stearin lets go!" He said his accent takeing away from his impatient attitude.
"I can't.." Was all I could say. There was no way you were getting me up there, it's like a million feet up..
"What.." Harry asked shortly.
"I'm not going up there, no way." By now people began reconizeing us, and flashes began to go off.
"Alex.. you have been telling me over and over agian that you always wanted to go to Paris and see the Eiffle Tower.. now you can't just stand here and see it from the ground, you have to experience it from the top.. Plus people are beggining to take pictures."
"I'm scared.. I'm no good with heights, and there is no way you are gettin me up that high." Harry sighed half heartedly.
"Alright, common.. please! For me.." He made a cute irresistable puppy dog face. Takeing a deep breath in, and one last look at the heigth, I agreed. The whole way up the tower, my breaths became deeper and louder.. Harry saw my panic and took my hand and grasped it in his. My heart rate dropped, I felt a little better. Once I got up there, I was so glad he forced me.. It was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. I walked up to the edge, my heart soreing, and not just from the firght. But from the feeling of Harry's hand in mine. I was truely in heaven.