Like Romeo and Juliet [COMPLETED]

Sixteen

What the actual fuck?

I drop Kyle's hand and Katie walks up to Elijah.

"Who are you?" She asks.

"I'm Elijah," he says still looking at me.

I'm literally frozen.

I have no idea what to do.

"Why do you love her?" She asks.

"I mean look at her, she's beautiful with a loving personality," he smiles. "She knows how to make everyone else around her laugh. She tall and skinny."

Lies.

"And I want to be with her," he walks over to me.

It's too soon.

"I-"

"Averie, please give me one last chance," he begs.

I feel the warmth from him in just his finger tips. Every ounce of love he has, is pouring into me.

Why?

Why does he want to be with me?

I get that he's in love, but why me?

There's so many girls in the world, why me?

"Elijah, we've just been through so much," I mutter.

I don't want him to hear me because I don't want to hurt him.

But this time it's not Bryan, it's me.

I'm just too insecure to be in a relationship.

I'm mostly scared again.

That I'll mess things up and end up regretting something.

"Averie you don't have to love me back," he says. "Just be my girlfriend, please."

"Why?" I look up at him.

"I thought a lot in the car, about you and me. I just-- I knew it felt right," he explains.

Oh.

"Elijah I-- I just don't know," I explain. "We're just-"

"What the hell is going on in here?" My father walks into the room.

Now someone just fuck my life.

This is where all hell normally breaks loose.

When a guy I have feelings for shows up.

When Bryan came over they talked for a couple of hours alone with him.

"Are you interested in my daughter?" He asks.

Now he wants to call me that.

He literally scolded me for a whole year after the abortion.

"Yes sir," Elijah says.

I look down at my feet.

I don't want to face neither of them, I just want to sleep.

"Well are you two a thing?"

"No sir, I was asking her now," Elijah says.

I squeeze his hands and look up at him.

"Dad just-"

"No, you can't be with her," he snaps. "Go!"

"Okay," Elijah drops my hands but I still hang on.

"No," I shake my head at my dad. "If I like someone and want to be with them, I can."

"Excuse me?" He asks.