Isabella
I finally found the courage to leave the cafe and walked back to the office, after cleaning my tears and catching my breath over what just happened.
Rejection never goes well, but this was fair. I just hope he doesn’t hate me or cut me out of his life. I sighed immediately I saw Tristan standing beside the car waiting for me.
“What am I going to do with you,” I thought, he lifted his head and his gaze fell on me. I looked at him, wanting to run to him for a hug and tell him how I felt terrible about the rejection thing, but I couldn’t do that yet. I was still trying not to act so shy and nervous around him, I couldn’t make such a big move considering how nervous he made me feel.
“Tristan,” I called out, but he didn’t say a word to me, but opened the car door for me.
“Tristan,” I called again and got into the car.
“Can you drive us fast,” He said to the driver who nodded and immediately hit the speed as we drove home amid the traffic, which kind of slowed us down. I looked over at my shoulders and turned to stare at him, but he had raised his head and had completely closed his eyes.
I couldn’t tell if he was asleep or just resting, so I whispered his name, but there was no response from him, causing me to sigh. A few minutes later, we arrived home and he left the car quickly, without offering his hands to me. He rushed into the house, and I ran behind him to catch up with him.
“Tristan,” I yelled his name before he could climb the stairs, he halted abruptly, and I quickly used that opportunity to catch up with him.
“What is it, Isabella?” He turned around and said, and I could tell he was angry.
“Can we talk?” I said to him calmly.
“Talk about what exactly?” he furrowed his brows at me.
“Please, can you hear me out,” I responded to him, hoping he would calm down and just let me talk.
“Can I ask you a question, Isabella?” He said all of a sudden. I released a deep breath before nodding my head at him.
“Do you like him?” His expression changed.
“Do you like Micah? And don’t lie to me,” He added raspy, and I looked at him taken aback.
“No,” I said simply.
“What?” He didn’t seem to believe me or wasn’t convinced by my response.
“No, I do not like Micah,” I said loud enough to his hearing and his face looked somewhat relieved for a moment.
“Then why did you walk away from me and go to him instead,” He raised his eyebrows at me, and half yelled making me frustrated.
I wanted to talk to him about my feelings and tell him that I liked him. After all, I was going to die anyway and there was not much harm it was going to cost me. But here he was, ranting about the whole Micah situation that I was trying to forget.
“Because I needed to calmly reject his feelings for me,” I breathed out, getting that off my chest.
“You went to reject his feelings for you,” His voice had suddenly become low upon hearing that. He looked at me shocked, before he finally said, and the question he asked filled my frustration so much that I yelled at him.
“Why? Why would you do that” He had asked
“Because I like you,” I yelled at him frustrated.
“Jesus Tristan, I’m done with this conversation,” He stood there frozen, but I was angry, frustrated, and tired. So I turned around and climbed the stairs to go to my room when he rushed to me and stood in front of me blocking my path.
“Please Tristan, I am so tired and I don’t have the strength for any of these,” I put my hands in front of him, telling him to stop. I just wanted to get to my room, have a shower, and climb my bed.
“Hold on a second,” He said, looking at me with such seriousness and confusion.
“My God! What is it?” I yelled at him again.
“Did you just say you like me?” I looked at him so taken aback by his words, that I almost stumbled on the floor, when he caught me and pulled me to himself.
“I wasn’t hearing wrong? You said it right?” Excitement danced in his eyes, his hands were still around my waist as he asked me that question. I looked at him and blinked my eyes unsure of what to say. Amidst my anger and frustration, I must have blurted it out and that was not how I had planned on saying it.
“No, I did not say that,” I lied, my voice cracked and I looked at him nervously as my lips quivered.
“But you’re blushing muffin,” He said to me and used his other hand to push my hair backward, letting him see my eyes more.
“I heard correctly,” He exclaimed in excitement, and I didn’t know what to do around him. Whether be excited with him or just enjoy the view from where I stood.
“Why are you so happy?” I asked him and he chuckled.
“Well hello, you said you’re in love with me,” He draws on, most especially on the love.
“Uh uh,” I shook my head at him, in disagreement.
“It was like, and not love. Don’t get way over yourself,” I told him, and he brought his second hand and wrapped it around my waist, and I could feel my body touch his.
“So you do admit that you confess your feelings to me,” I scoffed shocked at how he turned the whole thing back to me…
“I never say that,” I told him with all seriousness, just enjoying how I had myself wrapped around him.
“Oh well, but you did,” He chuckled.
“And so?” I told him, with a frown
“And so?” He said bewildered that I asked that.
“You don’t know how much this means to me muffin,” His eyes gleamed, as emotions danced through them.
“Well, it’s not like you feel the same way or anything?” I couldn’t believe my ears, we were having this conversation. We were truly talking about how we felt.
“Oh muffin, I am completely consumed by you, ” He said in such a way that ignited the fire in me. I felt my heart skip a bit as we gazed at each other souls. I looked at him happy and felt like butterflies were dancing in my belly as the sounds of those words were melodies to my soul.
“So what does this mean everything has changed between us?” I asked nervously staring into his eyes.
“Everything changes from now on,” He said and kissed my forehead while I blushed hard, enjoying the feeling of his lips on my forehead…