Sophie and Justin have never got along with each other. They absolutely detest one another, so when their moms decides to get them to spend the summer together, they do all they need in their power to make up excuses to avoid the other. But will this change when they start to grow feelings for the other part?


14. Chapter 14


"How have you been, darling?" Mom asked me. I was finally allowed to visit her in her hospital room, it has been a week or so. She was still recovering from her little incident but she has been doing good. I'm just happy that I finally got permission from the hospital to come here. Even though that we fight at some occasions, we still love each other. 

"I've been doing quiet good." 

She looked at me for a while before she spoke again, sadness in her eyes. 

"I'm so sorry that this ruined our summer, sweetheart. I really am sorry." I changed my position on the stool that I was currently sitting on, so I didn't have to turn my head to the side everytime I was looking at my mom that sat under her covers at the hospital bed.

"It has not ruined our summer and in a matter of fact, you couldn't help it." I stated. It grew silent for a while, none of us knowing what to say.

"How's you and Justin doing?" I was a little taken aback by her question. I just stared down at my feet and tried to figure out what to say. "You don't have to tell me, it's just that Pattie has told me that you've been around each other a lot."

"I, um... Well we're friends?" It wasn't meant to come out as a question, but somehow my nervousness made that possible. My mom's face lit up, like she had won a lottery. "What?" My voice cracking.

"I told you that you would start to like each other."

"I don't like him... He still annoys me though." It was true. I just can't forget about all the times he had made me insecure. Sure, I've always been a little precarious about myself but his constantly nagging on my big feet, pale skin, big head and so on it goes, made me realize a thing about myself; I'm never gonna be beautiful. I tried to change, loose weight and stuff, but I was never good enough for him. So I let it go. Until now when I met him again and he spoke those words that chose to stay in my head forever: "I think I know why you don't have any boyfriend, because you're too damn ugly" I just can't let that go. But still, on our way as we became "friends" I had started to learn that he is just a normal teenage boy who wants more appreciation of the work he had done. I don't know what to say about this situation.. It's just so complicated; first he says that he loves me and being all nice, even kissing me, but there is still a part of him that's supposed to hurt. I sighed, which my mother noticed.

"What is it?" She asked worriedly.

"Nothing, just a lot on my mind."

"Come here." She patted on the side of the bed. I made my way over and laid down, my head on her chest and arms wrapped around her stomach. We laid there, my mom slightly comforting me as I tried to figure out what I should do about this.

"Do you remember when you got your heart broken for the first time?" She broke the silence. I flinched away from her a little, not sure where she was about to get to. "You got home that night, crying your eyes out. It was terrible seeing you like that, especially when your dad was away so much. I needed to handle the situation alone, but I couldn't. Whatever I did you wouldn't talk to me, so I called Pattie." I looked up at her confused, relating to the time when I had caught my then so called 'boyfriend' making out with another girl. I let her continue.

"It's hard to handle break-ups while you're a teenager. I know because I've been there. You just need to find the right one and, I can't believe what I'm saying right now, but Pattie and I agreed on that you and Justin would make a perfect couple." At that moment I raised myself from the bed; my hands rubbing my temples. I understand now.

"You've been planing this for a long time?!" I yelled at my mother, not caring if the person in the next room heard.

"I'm so sorry. We thought-"

"I can handle my own love life mom!"

"I know, I just don't want you to get hurt, and Justin would never hurt you."

"NEVER hurt me?!" All the memories came flooding back of the times he had hurt me. Not maybe physically but mentally. Enough said I stormed out of her room, her pleadings of not leaving were left behind me. How dare she? Stealing my summer and try to set my up with 'the Justin Bieber'. She really need to understand that I have a love life that I can control on my own. I rushed out from the hospital, not knowing where to go. I thought of the only thing possibly at that time; call Mark. I picked up my phone from my bag, dialing his number. After a few ringtones he picked up. 

"Hi, It's Mark."

"Mark! Oh god just the person I wanted to talk to. Would you mind go to Starbucks? I would realy like to talk to you." My voice sounded a bit rushed, leaving him a little while to catch up.

"I'm at the airport." His voice spoke.

"What are you doing there?" I was more confused than ever.

"I'm going home today." The small smile that had formed on my lips when he picked up the phone had now faded.

"You.. you're going home?"

"Yeah. We didn't stay that long here."


"But we can meet when you get home, right? How long are you staying?" He asked.

"Um, I don't know. But we will keep having contact with each other, right." 

"Of course. But right now I need to go."

"Okay. Don't make the airplane crash, I need you." I said sarcastically, but I still meant it.

"I won't. Bye" He said and hung up.

"Bye." I said but it was already too late. He had hung up. Guess that he was in a hurry or something. 

I got down to the beach, the wind making it easier to walk as the sun were shining bright. I looked up at heaven to find no clouds. I just wanted a little bit rain, is that too much to ask for? I checked my surroundings, children playing with the wet sand, people sunbathing, teenagers eating their ice-creams with smiles on their faces. I walked around the big beach and found a bench at the outskirt, palms protecting the area with the shadows. I chose to go and sit down, think about what had happened to my life and most importantly; this summer. What the heck am I supposed to do when this summer has ended? I don't want to start at an university, I don't even want to work. But as much as I didn't want to think about Justin, my mind kept wondering back to him. Had his mother told him to act nice to me? Had his actions meant nothing to him? Is this just a game for him? Or am I just overreacting? 

I heard a few boys yelling at each other. I looked over to see them play beach volleyball. I intently observed what they were doing; one boy knocking the other to the sand.

"I need to win!" The boy on top of the other yelled as he rammed his fists into he poor boy on the ground. I watched the boy who wanted to make a fight and recognized him. It was Justin. Oh, great. I needed to get away from here as soon as possibly, before he or anyone would see me. I raised myself from the bench but me being me, my nervousness always comes first, as I stumbled over my feet, my face facing the sand. I let out a grunt as I del someone tap my shoulder.

"Hey. Are you alright?" I raised again to meet him. I took my hands, trying to wash the sand of my face with them. "Soph, what are you doing here?" Justin spoke. 

"Just tryin-"

"Wait, be back in a minute. Stay here." He ordered me. I watched him as he got back to the volleyball court, grabbing something from his bag, along with a t-shirt. He then ran back to where I was stood.

"Justin, what are-" I was cut off by him pouring water to my face. I raised my hand to wipe it away, trying to tell him very rudely not to do that again. But before I could do anything he raised the t-shirt to my face, drying it out. I finally got what ha was supposed to do; freeing me from the sand. I smiled at him when he was done.

"You're very cute." He complimented me. 

"Oh th-thanks." I stuttered. He just laughed at my shyness so I chose to stare at my feet. After a very long pause, he spoke up.

"Do you want to maybe play with us?" He said and pointed to the court where some boys were supervising our moves. I felt my cheeks getting heated as I was constantly being observed by five boys at the same time.

"No that's okay.. By the way I kinda need to talk to you." I was thinking about this whole thing with our moms wanting to set us up. I wanted to know if he knew something about this.

"Okay.. talk then." 

"Not here, alone." I looked up at him, but as fast as that happened, I let my face fall to the ground again.

"Can we take that later? I need your help with winning this." As fast as he said that, I was forced out on the court with the playful boys who all wanted to win this thing. I was set up in a team with Justin and Chaz (a name I had grown to know). I really don't think that I would make a difference to the team. And I have no idea why I had been thrown out here. But my eyes fell on Justin's back as he hurried to catch the ball. His muscles tensed as he , with his palms, threw the ball to the the other side. When he turned round a smirk formed on his lips. He knew that I had been checking his moves. What have he done to me?




Chose to leave it there. I can tell that I'm planing some heated things in the next chapter. Stay tuned :) 

- Josefine 

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