_Angie's Pov_
I wasn't expecting him to go out and he didn't but I had to act tough so he won't take me for granted. "I said go out," I told him, still bracing him. I heard him heave a sigh which sounded like he was tired. It was not surprising that he came but it was a little bit amusing how he had tricked Dennis and entered my room.
I turned around, shyly though since I didn't want to let him know how happy I was to see him there. His gape was on me then I turned to avoid eye contact.
"You didn't ask for my permission before appearing all of a sudden at my house, my room," I mumbled and went past him into my room. I knew his gaze was following me as I moved but I wasn't bothered. I made sure I was careful with my words to prevent him from going away thinking I didn't want him around.
He finally spoke out. "I know you miss me, don't feign like you don't." He said and I veered around to him.
"Yes, I miss you. Any problem with that? Whereas, I want you out so I could stop missing you." I confessed with a fake frown on my face. "Stop being arrogant!" I snapped at my inner mind. She was beginning to say something that was even annoying me.
"If I leave, you can't stop missing me." He uttered, his face covered with a blank expression. I wondered what he was thinking about.
"Stop!" I signaled to him when he took a step forward. "Don't come nearer."
"You can't stop me." He proclaimed and he was right, I can't stop him.
However, he stopped and I had the urge to leap on him and wrap myself around him, telling him how much I missed him. But, I needed to control myself.
"How have you been?" He asked and made his way to the sofa located beside my bed to sit. I didn't stop him, I didn't want to.
His question was a little bit confusing. Was he asking about my eight years of departure or how I missed him? Well, never mind, I had two missed feelings.
"I'm okay," I mumbled.
"No, you're not." He declared interlocking his fingers against each other as he propelled himself comfortably onto the sofa. "You missed me so you can't be okay."
I snapped my head at him. He did get me but he shouldn't make it look like I can't live without him. I rolled my eyes at him, "You know what? I'm always fine without you, you don't have to make it look like I came to this world because of you." I informed him.
He didn't say anything and I was baffled by his silent manner. I went towards my bed and sat on it. "What about you?" I polled as we made eye contact which I have been avoiding. Geez, he's still as attractive as ever. I pushed away my thoughts to listen to him when I saw he wanted to make a statement.
"I moved to Orleans." He relayed while I nodded. "I_" he paused, staring largely at me.
"You?" I'd like to ask. I needed to know how he'd been since eight years ago. He was looking all successful too with all the big cars and mansions he took me to and I shrugged when I remembered who his father was.
"My father was denied his office, months later you left and he was put in the compartment." He said and I gasped, he can't be serious right now.
I supposed with my facial stance, he knew I had no idea what he was talking about.
"You haven't heard the news?" He inquired and I shook my head. He continued, "My father was imprisoned for embezzlement which someone did. Although we've been searching for who stole the funds, we've not been able to reach out to the person. But I plan to get my father bail."
Right now, my guilty conscience is back. I left when all this happened and I dread how he could have felt. His father was all he got since his mom was no more. How could he have coped? How did he manage to surpass everything since most of his father's fortune might have been taken from him?
"I'm fine if that's what is bothering you." He cut me off from my reflections, "I was only worried that I might not be able to see you for the rest of my life or when I got to see you, you might have moved on. It takes you a good eight years to get back. What were you thinking? Days and nights I looked for you but I couldn't find a clue about you. I went to your house, but no one knew where you were. You couldn't even inform your parents about your whereabouts, like where the hell did you go to?" He uttered bitterly and I was left with no option but to tell him.
"Pennsylvania," I mumbled and stoop my head down. I couldn't bear to see how painful it would have been since he had been on the search for me. It was true, I was too naive back then I didn't inform my dad and that was all because of my mom. She was trying to reach out to me but I needed to put her off and I had no choice but to do the same to everyone since I didn't want to leave an idea of my location. "I'm sorry," I begged, I had to.
Words didn't come out of his backchat but I was sure his stares were on me.
"I miss you, Angela, I do." He enunciated and my eyes became heavy. I tried to fight back the tears but I couldn't.
"You broke up with me." I conceded.
"I did but_"
"Do you know how painful it has been for me too? I felt sadness the moment you did. Even when I went and came back I felt the same."
"Angela, I_"
I gave him no space to speak because I had a lot to say. "Yes, I know you regret it now but it wouldn't change anything," I told, using my back palm to clean my tears but I just couldn't stop crying.
He stood up from his seat and came towards me. I knew he would do that. He sat beside me and raised my jaw with his eyes and our eyes paired together.
"I didn't mean to break up with you. I just thought the relationship we had at that time was a fake one."
"Yeah, a fake one," I whispered and moved my face from his but he gripped tightly to my jaw and I couldn't resist looking up at him.
"Listen to me, Angela. I broke up with you because I needed a real relationship with you. I thought about breaking up and proposing back to you but you wouldn't listen to me." he cowered and at this moment, I realized what Nancy was talking about when she said I fudged his words.
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