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“So you’re in love with someone else?” He asks slowly, trying to figure it all out. He’s known plenty of girls since he was eleven.
I look around the room and everyone is making eye contact with each other waiting for him to respond. My heart is ramming against my chest, I feel a spark of energy surge in my veins as I listen to him.
He nods his head with another smile plastered on his gorgeous face as he looks down playing with his hands. His plumped-up lips look more and more enticing.
“I love the way she’s feisty and guarded. She has walls built upthat I want to knock down. I love her smile. Her laugh. The way she says my name. The way she fights with me. I love her mind.
I love the way she looks at me. She has always had my heart, from the first day I met her. She’s always been the one for me. The one I’ve wanted for so many years. I had the chance and I messed it up.
But I’m here right now trying to fix it. I want to call her mine, my girlfriend. I want to hug her until she falls asleep in my arms every night and kiss her like we’re the only ones in the room.
I love her. I’m in love with her.” He states back to him. So sure. So definite. No quiver in his voice. He sounded so confident that it takes me back a little while my heart is going a million miles per hour.
“Who’s her? Who is the lucky lady you’re in love with Carter? You’ll be breaking a few hearts once you say her name” he jokes.
Knox looks up to see the reporter waiting for the answer everyone in the entire world wants to know. Who is this girl? Who is she?
There is silence around us anticipating his answer.
Chapter 99
Taking in a deep breath, “I’m in love with Alex Thompson” I choke on my food and Adam whips his head around to me but I’m staring with saucers as eyes at the screen and my mouth hanging open unattractively.
“I’ve been in love with her since I first met her. So.... On that note, I’m sorry but I’ve got to leave to go see her.” He stands upand removes the microphone from himself and proceeds to walk off camera.
“What the fuck?” Kyle stands up raging and stares at me with all his might. I cover Adam’s ears but it’s too late.
Cole takes the kids inside the living room not without a protest from them. I’m still staring at the floating screen on the wall.
Oh my god. He just told the whole world he’s in love with me.
What the hell is he thinking?
“Finally!” I hear a load of voices at once. People laughing except for Kyle and Wes. They do not look pleased at all. I’m sitting here in shock that he had the balls to do that.
“What the fuck do you all mean finally! You’ve all known this?” Kyle roars, making my mom stand over to his side to calm him down.
“Kyle sweetie, we could all see he’s been in love with your sister for years. You were just too caught up in your own world to realize your best friend loves Alex.”
Hearing that I slip out of the house and make a run towards my safe haven. This cannot be happening? I hear my name being called from behind me and I run towards the only place I’m allowed to think freely, with nobody around.
It was a quick run thanks to my mind going into overdrive. Panting and sweating, I reach the large green rusted door of the lighthouse and proceed to climb up the winding metal stairs until I reach the top.
Out of breath and needing to sit down somewhere to catch it back. I look out onto the bay seeing ships and boats zooming around the water making a white trail behind it.
Hearing the light laughter out at sea. I inhale to relax my heart rate.
Gripping the old rough railings with broken green paint that has fallen off onto the ground. I unknowingly shuffle around in circles at the top of the lighthouse.
“Why couldn’t I see it?” I ask myself hoping to hear my granddads voice. Right now I could use him here with me.
Sitting across the large concave windows I watch the ocean whisper my memories of when I was here with him.
He used to take me down to the bottom of the lighthouse where the rocks were so I could see the trapped fish and crabs. I would collect the pebbles and stones so I could bring them back and paint them.
I have a collection of the ones he and I painted together. Ones with our names and pictures that we painted.
I love reminiscing about him.
