Chapter 164
Scott's POV
The reason I am holding her hand is because I want to get the courage to tell her most of what's been going on in my life. The truth. She squeezes my hand again and I feel warmth all over my body. Her eyes are set on me as she waits for me to talk.
"Kyrah. My life before we moved here was completely different. Different in a way that, I was less talkative and conservative. I only had a few friends where we lived. You see, I never used to trust people until I met you, Roxy, Vic and the rest. The reason why I never told you about my birthday is because my mom left us on my birthday. It was on a weekend, I was excited to have a party in the afternoon with my few friends, including Kye, but I didn't know that my parents had been arguing for the longest time. Long story short, she just packed her stuff and left. She didn't even say goodbye or hug me," I say and when I look into her eyes, I can see concern in them.
"I was torn apart the other day when dad told me that she wanted to talk to me. That I should call her, I still haven't. What will I even say to her?" I shrug and sigh heavily, I feel her hand tighten around mine, and I look into her beautiful shiny eyes and the sadness slowly begins fading away.
"I don't celebrate birthdays because it's just a reminder of how my mom left. She called dad yesterday, she knows if she calls me, I won't pick up. It's never been that easy for me and my dad since she left. I was always bitter, angry and full of doubt in life. Until we moved here, my life took a different direction because of you guys. But I never chose to talk about the past, today though, I want to tell you everything. Ask me anything else and I'll give you the right answer."
Her brow is furrowed and she takes in a deep breath. She licks her lips slowly and stares at the sand on her feet.
"Before you moved here, did you have a girlfriend? Have you ever dated anyone?" She clears her throat. "I uhm... I've never heard you talking about a girl, or girls, like at all."
That's because the only girl I have eyes for is you. Only You.
"Yes. I dated one girl when I was eighteen and that was it." I stare at the cool ocean in front of us. She frowns and cocks her head to the side.
"What happened between you two?" she asks, curiosity clear in her sweet voice.
"She left me for another guy... She didn't even say what I did or didn't do and since then I have never dated anyone. I've always had trust issues with people ever since my mom left and I didn't want to get another girlfriend because I always thought they'd leave. It seems like that's what everyone in my life does. They all leave." I can hear the anger in my voice and the pain. "The only people I trusted were my dad and Kye, then you guys came along. A bunch of crazy friends that would do anything for each other. You taught me so much that I can't even describe how grateful I am. Kyrah, I'm sorry I never opened up to you guys and I want to move on from all this anger within me that my mom created."
She leans onto my shoulder pats my back and then pulls me into a tight hug and we remain quiet for a few minutes.
"I may not know how it feels to have lost the love of a parent but... she's still your mother, no matter where you go, she will always remain in your life whether you like it or not, Scott. Forgiveness isn't an easy thing, trust me. I saw Roxy and Vic struggling with it. But see how well it turned out for them after they chose to welcome their dad back into their lives. It's only up to you. As much as Roxy is a little bit overboard when it comes to advice, I'd suggest you talk to her. We can all help you just like you've helped us. She's been where you've been. She's been an angry girl ever since I met her, but the anger is now all gone. Talk to her, or Vic... I want to know you more, Scott. Who are you?" She lifts her head and stares into my eyes. The wind blowing her ponytail from side to side.
"My name is Scott Stone, I just turned twenty four years old. I have a degree in Economics and also I.T. I love to read and learn new things. I hate watermelons and wet socks. Stranger Things and Riverdale are my favorite series. I'm a sucker for girls with really dark and long hair and cute eyes and beautiful smiles with hot pink manicure and pedicure–"
She laughs heartily.
"Are you describing me?" I can see that she's blushing.
"So what if I am?" I blink twice and she swallows hard.
Silence.
"You're twenty years now. Wow!" she whispers.
Am I too old for her or something? Because as far as I know, she's still twenty one, her birthday is in September and then she'll turn twenty two.
"You have all those degrees and this one is the third one? I didn't know my best friend was a brainiac. Why are you even studying for the third one anyway?" she raises her perfect eyebrows.
"As I said, I have alot to tell you and today won't be enough. So that's a story for another day." I smile at her.
I continue telling her more about me as she carefully listens. Like an obedient student. She doesn't know that I decided to apply for my third degree because of her. But one day, I'll tell her about it. Just not today, I didn't want to rush into things. I want to give her time to heal. I want to be her cure. I want to be her everything. I want to call her mine some day.
Mine. Yes, all mine.
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