So, uhm. I'm laying down some rules from now on. I'm not updating unless I get 4 comments for each chapter. I mean, I take the time out of my life to sit down and write this. It's not that I don't enjoy writing it cause I really do. But, I'd like feed back considering I have 11 followers. That's all.
You were talking to her, but messing with me. But it's finally clear. Are you disturbed? Oh now you care? Why do you race through my red light? Tell me how can you sleep, and how can you breathe? Baby tell me, how can you love me now? Save it for her, I'm not gunna hear your reasons, and 'please just take me back' ; don't waste your breath, you crashed and burned and you're on your own now.
We didn't exactly do what you thought we did. We ended up lying on my bed talking to each other all night. He's really not the person he makes himself out to be on TV. He's not as 'serious' as they say he is. He's actually pretty funny, yet he has deep thoughts, but who doesn't?
"You miss him don't you?"
I was fiddling with one of my bracelets before I looked over at Jon. He looked almost, concerned about how I felt. We were on the subject of the olympic camp he was also invited to, of course you know who was brought up. It caused my positivity to die.
"A little, but .. he hurt me .."
"Did you let him explain himself?"
I sighed, "No, but, it was written all over his face."
Jon propped his elbow up and rested his face on it. He had this "Matter-of-fact" look on his face, it caused me to smile a little.
He sighed before he grabbed my hand. "I'm just saying as much as I like you, I can see that you want him. Not me. I'd rather see you happy than totally miserable."
I applied pressure onto his hand. "What makes you think I don't want you?"
"Well, your face totally dropped when I mentioned Brent."
I drew in a sharp breath, and dropped my hand from his. He just had to say his name. "Can you not say his name please?"
"See what I mean .."
I just shook my head as the tears began to form. "You don't get it, he broke my heart!"
Before he could answer there was a knock on the door. I knew it was Duncan. Jon sat up indian style on my bed, and I flicked on my TV. We looked innocent enough for my brother. He's easy to convince.
The door opened ever so slowly, and a tall shadow came through the frame. That wasn't my brother. It was .. him. It was 3 in the morning, what is he doing here?
His strong stature was suddenly a couple feet from me. I couldn't move. He looked at me, than at Jon. His jaw clenched. Shit. This wasn't gunna go well.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I wanted to talk to you, but I see you've moved on." He snarled darting another look over at Jon.
"It's not like that .. I needed someone to talk to. He was there for me."
"Oh, I get it. It's okay for you to say that and expect everything to be okay. But when I say it, I'm in the biggest liar in the world." He huffed, he was being ridiculous right now.
"That's not what I meant. Now what the hell did you come here for?"
"I came here to tell you that Kris blew it outta proportion. He just believed I was sleeping with her when I talked to him. You know what he's like. But I'm not. I tried my best to help her, but I threw her at her mom. She's in Rehab in Calgary now. I still cared for her as a person, but I don't love her like I love you. Hell, I don't love her. I love you, and only you."
I didn't know what to do. I felt like an idiot at first. I blew up at him before I let him explain. The only thing I wanted to do was jump right into his arms right now. But, I was emotionally drained.
"Let me sleep on it. Please. This is too much for me."
"Yeah, I can see why." He snapped. "Jon's had a thing for you all year and couldn't shut up about it after you left."
"Brent, don't start." Jon groaned. "I'm not gunna ruin what you guys could have."
"It seems a little weird here. What? Did you expect she'd come crying into your arms and choose you?"
"Shut up! I like Jon as a friend. He was there for me." I butted in. I couldn't believe he was talking about his own teammate, and friend like that.
"Whatever, this isn't over, Tazer."
Jon snickered beside me. "You don't scare me Seabrook."
I looked up at Brent as tears filled my eyes. His jungle like eyes found me. I just mouthed "I'm sorry" before he nodded and left my room. He mouthed "I'm sorry." back. I placed my head into my hands and began to sob yet again. Jon leaned over and I pressed my tear streaked face into his chest. His touch was calming me, but I needed Brent more than anything. Now I was more confused than ever.