Chapter Fourteen (Part 8)

With that, he tore his gaze away from my face and walked away. My mouth fell open. That was it? That was all he was giving me for me pouring out my feelings to him? The anger bubbled up from within me and with curses streaming foully under my breath, I stormed straight back to him. "Jensen!" He ignored me. I managed to stop him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back to face me.

"I swear to God, if you don't tell me what the he-"

"I am not a coward."

I raised my eyebrows, and opened my mouth to argue against that but he cut me off yet again.

"Do you have any idea how much strength it took me to stay away from you all these years? I missed you the most Roxanne. Nancy and Drew emailed me, they sent me post cards and gifts and remembered me. They helped me battle the pain of losing my mother and the nightmare that followed when my dad remarried. But through it all, I wanted you."

He took a momentary pause to catch his breath, not even giving me time to process everything he'd just said before continuing. "You think it's all my fault?" Jensen laughed dryly. "I tried approaching you so many times after that Halloween night, to talk to you and tell you the truth. Every time I tried, all you did was shoot me down and make me feel like the biggest dick on the planet. You didn't even give me a chance to explain myself Roxanne, and all you did was make it harder for me."

I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I was holding his hand. Somehow, through out this whole talk, my hand had managed to slip from his wrist and I was now close enough to him to feel the full intensity of his anger. The contact didn’t excite me. It scared me.

I took a step back.

"Before long, my mom was diagnosed again and I knew I was going to be moving. I'd given up on trying to make up with you. I’d begun to resent you for being so arrogant, so selfish not to consider me the tiniest bit."

"I was selfish?" I croaked.

"You still are."

The End

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