Didn't Stand a Chance

By kiwi4me

Summary: Has she been happy this whole time, while he has been waiting patiently for her to return to him?

It was fine. All he had to do was sit back and wait for her to come to him.

He still remembered the kiss.

It was small, sweet, quick. It brought so much emotion from her to him that he knew right then and there, she would fall. Fall so hard that she could only think of him. No matter how much she tried to keep her emotions together, tried to say her feelings were not for him, she would eventually give in. She would accept that she wanted him.

But it was taking so long. He knew her friends would try to keep her away from him, try to tell her he was no good for her, and tell her he was only trouble. He also knew she valued their words and advices, but he also knew she would eventually give in to her heart.

Why wouldn't she? They were beautiful together and she knew it.

He could feel it in her touch; feel the electrifying force running through his skin waking up his beating heart. He could feel it against her lips; feel the warmth of comforting love. It was so obvious she belonged to him and it was obvious he was in love with her. So why was it taking so long for her to come to him?

He told himself if he stayed put and give her time to sort out her feelings for him, she would come running into his arms and they would share a deep passionate kiss. But she didn't come.

It has been a week. He couldn't wait any longer. He was not a patient man; at all.

So getting off his bed and out of the door, he had to find her. He had to find out what was going on. He had to find out why she wasn't coming to him. He had to find out if she changed her mind.

Was it just him who felt all those feelings? Was it just him who fell in love? Was it him who had been played as Cupid's joke?

He needed to know.

He found her sitting at a small table with her friends sitting with her chatting and smiling.

Her eyes did not look like she had been troubled. Her smile did not tell him she was confused or worried. Her laugh did not tell him she was sad. So why didn't she come to him? Has she been happy this whole time, while he has been waiting patiently for her to return to him?

It was just so confusing and a part of him wanted to scream. Scream at her for not caring enough to let him know what she was feeling. Another part just wanted to run away and believe she never cared for him; that she just toyed with his emotions as if he was a puppet on strings and thrown him away when she was done playing.

He shook himself off and straightened his back with his head held up high. He headed toward her as he repeated in his head that he needed to know. He had the right to know what was going on.

If she was using him, he would be the bigger person and leave without causing trouble. If she was lying about her feelings, he would continue to hold his head up high. If she never meant anything with the kiss she gave him, then he would just walk away without a word.

Why was it that the closer he got, the more nervous he was? Why was it when her eyes look to him, she looked shocked? Why was it that her friends had to stare at him as if he was a ghost that came back from the dead? Why did she glance to her friends when he was a few feet from the table?

"Hey," he said as he looked around the table.

"Hey," he heard her say and he noticed her voice held a worry tone.

He wanted to say more, but he felt awkward and confused. Why was she worried? Was she afraid he found out she was nothing but a liar? He let out a sigh through his nose and smiled at her.

"See you around," he said instead and continued walking pass the table, pass her friends, pass her.

He continued walking with his back straight and his head held high.

He was confident. He was strong. He was brave.

No woman was going to make him feel any less than what he was worth.

"Wait," he paused and turned slightly to look at her.

She turned to her friends and said a few words before jogging up to him. She smiled at him and there was a part of him that wanted to take her into a hug. But he wouldn't let that happen. He didn't want to be lied to again.

"Where have you been?" she questioned softly as they were walking down the street.

"Waiting," he replied continuing their walk to who knows where.

"Oh," she breathed out and he glanced to witness how beautiful her profile looked, "… waiting for what?"

"Something to happen," he replied once more as he tore his eyes away from her light.

"Did it?" he realized she was beating around the bush and he knew she had something on her mind.

"No," he figured he'd just wait for her to say it.

"Oh," after she said that, it was quiet as they took the corner passed their academy.

He remembered when he didn't necessarily like her then. When they were young and naïve and filled with too many egotistic ideas. She was mean. He was too. She was pretty (it took him awhile to realize it) and so was he (she'd say she never thought he was until he hit puberty).

They were so alike and so very far at the same time.

"I thought you were avoiding me," she had said it so gentle, so sad, and so angry.

He paused in his walk and looked at her.

"What?" he was confused as he stared at her.

"Was it the kiss?" she questioned cautiously.

He felt like laughing. Was that it? Was that the reason why she hadn't come to him? She thought he was avoiding her. She wasn't lying to him. She does care. She does.

"No," he paused in the walk and stared right at her, "… the kiss was perfect," he stepped closer to her, "… you're perfect."

And then he kissed her. it was just like the first time they kissed. Magical. Beautiful.

"What does this mean?" she asked softly as their lips parted.

"I guess we were both waiting for something to happen," he chuckled touching her face, "… but it's time we start, don't you think?"

"Start?" she smirked up at him.

"Loving each other," he kissed her again and again and again.

He probably knew it in the beginning that it was him who had fallen for her first. It was he who couldn't get enough of her, but his pride and ego just kept telling him it was her. She was the one who fell for him first. It was her who wanted him. But right now, with her in his arms smiling that beautiful smile with eyes as lovely as the sky, he fell for her harder than he could ever believe.

He should've known he didn't stand a chance. But he didn't care. Not anymore. This was worth it.

She was worth it.

Author's Note:

This story was inspired by "Didn't Stand a Chance" from Travis Garland.

And thank you for The Clawed Butterfly for the review :)

Love, kiwi4me