Hey guys, Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays! Here's Chapter 8, enjoy! I'm trying to make my chapters longer.. And if I get a positive feedback and more reads, I'll update more :] This Chapter is juicy ;] I enjoy writing this, a lot! And I hope to continue, thank you to all my readers! You can follow me on Twitter Aislinn_Army . I'm not giving out my personal, yet! Enjoy…

Julia continued with her rant, as we sat still placed in the front seat of Morty. Now, tears were present as they glided down her flawless cheeks and over her high cheek bones. Her mascara and eyeliner were smeared around her eyes and she began to look like a distraught raccoon. I sat in awe as listened to the words that flowed out of her mouth, placing a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. The snow was falling heavier now, the larger flakes were floating down at a noticeably faster pace as they swirled around the car, almost engulfing it. While, the small, green numbers flew by on the digital clock in the dash, she continued to poor out her heart and soul…

"Her name was Kylie," She began as tears brimmed her eyes, threatening to spill over as she stuttered over her words, "My parents weren't expecting me that night, they thought I was staying over your house. But after that fight, I went home. They thought I was Kylie because they had been expecting her to come home from her boyfriend's. When I told them I was Julia, they thought I was just kidding around with them. As Kylie was walking home from the train station, she got hit by a car. Not me. My parents sent her off because she was always getting into trouble and they didn't want her around, so they sent her to her boyfriend's. They also hated the fact that she was a teen mom."

I wasn't sure what to believe or what to say to her. She looked like a distraught mess; She was a distraught mess. All these years, she had kept this from me. I wondered what else she refused to tell me as well. I leaned my head back against the leather head rest as her breathing finally started to return to normal, thoughts running wild in my head. Why hadn't she told me about her before? So if the words that she spoke were true, then Julia was back in my life again. Except, I didn't really want her back. I had let her into my world, only to have it crash around me when I heard the news that she was gone. But, why hadn't she told me then?

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? You waited a year to come and tell me this. My life was a living hell." I said, gritting me teeth as I peered over at her.

"I'm sorry! I just thought that since my parents didn't believe me, you wouldn't either. Now your life doesn't have to be hell. I'm not going anywhere." She retorted. It seemed like she thought my life would be better with her here, when in all reality, it wouldn't. I was happy with where I stood with Clare and we didn't need any disruptions. Clare was mine. No one was going to change that. Not even my supposed first love.

"You waited too long," I stared at the windshield and continued, "My life is finally falling into place now, without you."

She stared back at me with a hurt expression, but I knew she would shake it off, she was determined which could sometimes end up as a bad thing on my part.

"That's going to have to change, Elijah. I'm frickin' back now. I thought you'd be happy."

"I am. But I only want to be friends with you at most. Ok? My damn life is finally making sense and I don't need you to screw it up again."

"Fine." She simply stated, her eyes sparkling with mischief while she checked her make up in the rear view mirror. She was obviously over her rant and now was only focused oon making herself presentable now.

"But this doesn't change anything. I still want you."

I ignored her comment and saw that out of the corner of my eyes she was gradually scooting closer to me. That's when I glanced out of the corner of my eye to check the time: 6:47. I was meeting Clare at 7.

"Listen, Julia. It's been, uh, interesting. But, I have to go meet my girlfriend." I made sure I put an emphasis on girlfriend, as in taken, not on the market; What was it going to take to get this to run through her head?

"Have fun. But not too much without me." She replied flirtatiously. I awkwardly ignored her comment once again as I pretended to be interested with the white powder drifting towards the windows. It wasn't hard to block the girl I once loved from my heart and soul. As I twisted in my seat to grab the snow scraper I harbored in the back seat, I saw her staring at my contently, trouble was dancing in her eyes.

I unlatched the door handle, swung the door open, and placed my feet on the newly snow-powdered road. The snow scraper scraped the newly fallen snow easily off the windshield and Julia made her way out of the car and began to walk towards me.

"Do you need some help there, soldier?" She asked mockingly while she made her way around the car and over to me.

"I think I have it under control." I answered, practically stating that I did not need nor want her help. But, she insisted that she helped anyway by continuing on her way over to me. She stood in back of me and placed her hands nonchalantly on my shoulders, slowly moving them down to the ice scraper that I held in between my bare hands. Her body began to move with mine as I continued to scrape off the snow. Her hands grasped mine, startling me and sending chills up and down my spine.

"I'll help you." She stated, not even letting me argue with her as she whispered in my ear.

"Julia. What the hell are you doing?" I asked, outraged that she would try something like this on me. She should have known me well enough to know I didn't tolerate this shit. She continued to "help" me clear Morty's windshield.

"Winning you back." She simply replied as she began to kiss my cheek and caress my neck. In a matter of seconds, she was sucking on my neck. I quickly pulled away from her, shook off the scraper, and lightly pushed her away.

"You know I have a low tolerance for bullshit." I glared as I gritted my teeth. I had to admit that I didn't totally object to what she was doing to me.

"Who said this was bullshit? This is reality. And in reality, you're mine. Whether Clare likes it or not."

Backing away slowly, I muttered,"I liked it better when you were dead."

"I'm back. Like it or not. And I get what I want."

With that, I stormed back to Morty, opened the door, and threw my utensil over to the passenger seat. It flung snow all over the floor of the car, but I didn't care. I just wanted to get as far away from Julia as possible. A boy can only take so much in one day; I was still digesting the fact that she was here the whole time, in utter shock. I then flung the car in reverse and backed out. As I drove down the road, I glanced back through the rearview mirrors and saw that she was gone. A fresh track on foot prints lead to the entrance of the apartment complex.

My phone started to buzz in the glove compartment. Clare. How was I suppose to explain this to her? Tell her my Ex was back from the dead and had made out with my neck, while telling me she was going to get me back? No. I was not going to let that happened. And Clare didn't have to know. I looked down at my phone: One new text message.

I flipped my phone open as I drove down the road and into an intersection.

One new text message from Julia:

Always.