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Love or Lies? -4-

*-Lexa*

I ran and ran until I was out of breath. I leaned on a tree and looked around. I was at the park. I ran 3 miles. No wonder I'm out of breath. I sat on the ground and sobbed. I don't know if I was crying because I was worried or because I was regretting what I said. I think it was a little bit of both.

What felt like hours went by and I heard my cell phone ring. I wiped my eyes and answered.

Me:: Hello?
Dad:: Where are you?! You're brother is worried sick!
Me:: Sorry.
Dad:: Sorry?! All you can say is 'sorry'?!
Me:: Dad...
Dad:: I don't care about what you're gonna say! Get your ass over here now!! *hangs up*

Great, now I got dad mad. And Prince worried sick. I slowly got up but felt a little light headed. I sat back down and needed to call someone to pick me up. I dialed the first number that came to mind.

Justin (Quarterback):: Hello?
Me:: Justin? I need you to pick me up.
Justin:: Bella? What's wrong? Where are you?
Me:: I'm fine. I'm at the park. Just please pick me up.
Justin:: Okay. I'll be right there. *hangs up*

A few minutes went by and I saw Justin's Toyota (it's the 70's people. haha) and then Justin get out and run over to me.

Justin:: Are you okay?
Me:: *nods* I just feel really light headed.
Justin:: *checks my pulse* 
Me:: What are you a doctor or something? *laughs a little*
Justin:: Hey, I'm worried about you. *smiles* Gimme a break.
Me:: *kisses his cheek* You're really sweet. *smiles*
Justin:: C'mon. *helps me up* You need me to carry you?
Me:: Ha ha. Very funny.
Justin:: I'm serious. *carries me bridal style*

I looked at him and smiled. He really was sweet. But he has a horrible rep. And yet, he doesn't seem like that. He doesn't seem like a player. But that's the trick. They treat you like you're perfect...but they're just using you (remember that girls!! haha).

We got to my place and he helped me inside. Tika (or Tyka) hugged me.

Tyka:: Where were you?!
Me:: I don't wanna talk about it.
Dad:: *walks in* You better talk about it.
Justin:: Um, Mr. Nelson, she's sick. I think I should take her to her room.
Dad::...All right. But if you do anything, I swear I'll-
Me:: Daddy! He's just a friend.
Dad:: Mm-hmm. Just like Michael is 'just a friend'.
Me::...Not anymore.
Dad:: Hmm?
Me:: Nothing.

-The next day at school-

Okay, I gotta apologize to him.

Me:: Michael, I-
Michael:: Save it. You said you wanted me out of your life. You got your wish. *starts walking away*
Me:: *thinking* I gotta do something. I gotta tell the truth. *speaking* Michael, I love you. *covers my mouth*

What did I just say?!?!?!

Michael:: *turns around* *shocked* What?
Me::...I love you. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything I said. I was just so worried. And...I hated that you were ignoring how I felt about what's going on. And-

He walked up to me and kissed me. I was shocked...but I kissed back.

Michael:: *pulls away* You talk too much.
Me:: *giggles* So...are you gonna stop?
Michael:: Maybe not stop. But I'll cut down on the drinking and stop going to the strip clubs. One step at a time.
Me:: *hugs him* Thank you. 
Michael:: *smiles* I love you.

But does he? He could be lying. How could I know if he's telling the truth?

*-Lexa*

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