Chapter 57: Chapter 57

I spot Josh sitting close to Naomi and Jake and Justine and I see Phoebe is sitting in the midst of the four and I know it is to cheer her boyfriend up. I wave my hand in their faces hoping to get their attention from the place I stand. They don't notice me at first, but I waved further and Naomi looks my way and tells Josh who looks over to me and waves back.

I walk to the free seat close to Josh and Jake and I asked if Jack race has taken place, but luckily for me, it's the main race. take my seat and Keenan does likewise beside me. For a weird and unknown reason, I do not feel comfortable in Keenan presence. I'm not judging, but everything about him screams bad!!! And all I want to do is bolt.

Keenan and Phoebe exchanges strange glance at each other and I do well know what that look is. It's a look of old feeling not dealt with. And I might not be a relationship expert, but I can tell the two haven't gotten over what they feel.

"She's Jack's girlfriend," I say as a reminder although it comes out as a sneer, one I did not intend.

"I'm not trying to fuck her behind your brother's back if that's what you're thinking. You can calm down a bit tigerotta." He mutters bitterly. "We have history, yes back at college, but Rory made sure we didn't work out and made me swear not to go after his little sister."

He smiles at me painfully. "I'm under an oat to not fuck even if I want to."

I feel relieved after hearing him say this, but then a part of me feels sorry for what he might have and must be going through knowing he can never have what he desire the most.

"I'm sorry," I say, feeling pity for him.

"Non fa male più - It doesn't hurt anymore, just old familiar feelings."

"It does. When you love someone, and cannot have them, it would always hurt."

"I don't want it to." He groans closing his eyes briefly, before opening them and his eyes meets mine and I look away immediately. "Why do you always have to be on your defence with me?"

I bite down on my lower lips and look back at him. Because I think after my answer to Rory earlier, I don't want any entanglement with you. I need a clear head, one you're not going to let me have.

"What's that smell?" His nose raises taking a deep inhale then with a widen eyes he looks he ask again, certain of what he's saying. "That? It's familiar." He draws closer to sniff in my clothes. "You." His eyes shoot up. "You smell like."

"Someone who just had sex?" I surprise myself with my answer.

"Rory." He both say in unison and he gasps as he looks at me.

"What?!" Again we ask in unison.

"You did?! With Rory...? And you can still walk, or didn't he-?"

"Shut up! He's not an animal in bed if that's what you're expecting."

"He has never been human in bed" he thoughtfully replies.

"You've shared a bed with him before?"

He blushes deep red and fights the smile that charges into his face. "No, I constantly declined his offer to." he winks at me.

My nose scrunches up in disgust, "You have no self-control." I throw at him as I settle back into what had happened between Rory and me.

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Flashback~......

"Come back to bed." Rory hoarse sleepy voice caused goosebumps on my skin and I didn't need to turn away from my window to know he's in bed resting peacefully.

"I can't." My voice dull in its reply.

He made a discomforting sound and I feel him pull himself up to a sitting position. "What's wrong?" His concerned tone made me open my mouth and turn to him, but I shut up when I saw him without anything. I didn't understand why I was having these reactions and feeling when we just made love twenty minutes ago.

"Please cover up." I pleaded and he smirks.

"Why? You've seen everything on me."

I gave him a hard glare and he pulled the bedsheets over himself after a long groan.

His eyes rake over my clothe and scowled. "Where are you going all dressed up now?"

"Out. Tag along?" I suggested, hoping he'd accept and step out with me.

"I can't." He said sadly. "I've been away from work for a few days since last week and I need to meet up with the schedule and assignment before me."

"Oh... Okay." I said, voice dropping with its tempo.

Is that the real reason, or there's something else?

"What's wrong hun?" He asked in concern.

"What's this?" I showed him a paper in my hand.

It is a marriage certificate that had my name and Rory's name on it. I had seen it on the floor beside his jean trousers that laid on the floor, while I was wearing my clothes. I haven't gotten myself after seeing it, I couldn't.

"It's a marriage certificate." He replied looking up at me.

"I know what it is, what's our names doing on it?" I demanded, moving the paper in his face.

He sighed and a guiltless look plasters all over his face. "Because I want us to get married."

I pressed my lips together to shoo the wild laughter that was about to take control away, but I can't and I laugh hysterically, clenching tightly on my stomach, but that laughter was suppressed when I see his serious eyes is anything but a joke.

"You're not joking." I stupidly recollected my composure.

"Why would I?" He frowned. "I'm serious Taylor, love." He got up, wrapping the bedsheets around his lower self and walked towards me. "I want to marry you, I meant what I said earlier."

He tilted my chin up to look into his earnest green ones. "All you have to do is sign the papers and you will officially become my wife and everyone would have to accept it and acknowledge it." He kissed my lips and his want and desire I could feel through our kiss.

"I love you," he murmured against my lips. "and I have never been more sure of anything, but it's up to you to decide now."

I blink unable to make a decision. A part of me which is the biggest part mind you want to say yes, but they were other voices that warned against it. Suddenly I was in a dilemma a terrifying one, one that would decide our future.

You said you didn't want to be his other woman, he's trying to make you number one what else do you want?

I want certainty, I want a once in a lifetime thing, I do want marriage, but I want one because it's the right time, not because it's the only option that exists. I need time to think and not make a mistake. I don't want to make a mistake.

You can choose to either take the heart up and cherish it, or you can choose to trample upon it.....

"I can't," I replied, trying not to break the heart of the beautiful man in front of me laying his heart before my feet.

He let go of my face, but not wavering with his eyes that holds mine. "Why can't you?" He asked, his voice concealing the pain I could tell he was feeling. In the state he was I knew he was insecure and he was vulnerable.

"I want to be married to you, more than anything, but I need time." I cupped his face in my hands and bring his lowering eyes back in mine. "I want you to be mine too 'cause I love you. Don't forget that."

"I don't forget- I just get scared sometimes." He weakly admitted his eyes dimming by the going seconds.

"Don't ever get scared, I'm yours," I assured before wrapping my hands around him and his goes around my waist.

"But I've got to go," I told him quickly, pulling away.

"Urgh!! Now?" He grumbled, in a cute childishly way.

"Yes. I'm already one hour late."

"Kiss me then?" He smirked wickedly with and damn weakening dimple of his showing.

"Okay." I kissed him quickly, hoping it would be short and brief. Oh, how wrong I was.

Flashback ends~

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"If you don't get back into reality, people might start thinking I hypnotized you with my irresistible charms." I scowl and roll my eyes, hoping it would roll to the back of my head and stay there so I won't have to see him.

"Lame pick up lines." I hiss then I notice two blonde girls about my age drooling as they stare at Keenan completely losing their senses of reasoning. I shrink at this revelation and turn to Keenan, the guy that has had these girls going crazy. He isn't even cute!... Okay, I take that back. Maybe he's cute, but not cute enough to send someone into a hypnotic state.

"Like what you see?" He teases with his brow with a sheepish grin.

"Eww no!" I give the most ridiculous eyes I ever have and peel my eyes from his face.

"It's not that disgusting." He says with a dull tone.

"No. I am just wondering what's making those two girls over there." I point and his eyes follow. "Drool over you."

He smiles darkly. "It's obvious, I've got charms."

"So you're gonna go to them?" I eagerly ask, wanting to get rid of him by all means

"Contrary to popular belief," he begins to say, glancing at me. "I do have self-control."

I snort, "Maybe you're just intimidated at the thought."

Why am I still talking?

He shakes his head dismissively, "Clear reminder, I've been in a foursome before." He proudly points out.

I didn't have to know that!!!!

I suddenly want to puke.

"But no, I'll pass this one." He concludes.

"Why?!" I lament bitterly.

"I've got my eyes on someone else."

Well, who's the unlucky girl?