Back to Canada

Anna had always been that nerdy girl from Canada. The girl with the glasses, the boring clothes and the perfect grades. Everyone remebered her as that girl. But when she returns to her old school, nobody realises it's her. Is it her new start, or is it just the same life over again? And what happends when Justin Bieber, who was the worst of all in the past, invites her to his party? What happends if she goes? ...


47. ~ Hate Love ~

Anna's P.O.V.

I know that this plan is selfish. But all I've done so far since I got back, have probably been the same. Selfish. All I want is to change and so far, I have. A lot. I'm not the nice innocent girl from Australia anymore. I'm just ... I'm just Rachel Summers or Annabeth Marie. Truth is that I have no idea, which one is really me. Maybe I'm both ...


You know that feeling of happiness you get, when the most boring schoolday in the entire universe is over? It's relieving. But my day was hardly over, because Justin seemed pretty desperate to get in contact with me. I don't know if we should talk ... I don't want to fall harder for him, than I already have. How can I even love someone, who's been such an ass towards me? ... I guess I'm just hoping that he can change ... Maybe ...

"Rachel wait!"

I bit my lower lip and stopped. Dammit. I'm such a softie when it comes to him.

When I turned around, I saw that he had a dead serious look on his face. He seemed mad. Maybe hurt ...

He walked up to me.

"I want you to be honest with me" His voice was harsh, but I knew, that it was just hiding all the emotions he had somewhere deep inside of him. "Why did you turn me down?"

I felt my heart shatter. The last thing I wanted was to remember that night. I hated the fact that I turned him down. But I knew he was'nt in love with me. He was in love with the girl he thought I was ... And that's not love. That's a sad-ending fairytale that I don't want to be a part of.

"I thought I liked you but ... I don't. I'm not in love with you, Justin. I'm really not. And I'll never be"

He did'nt reply, but the silence was answer enough. I looked away, since his caramel eyes could make me cry any secound.

"If you want to, we can still be friends ..." I mumbled.

He chuckled coldly at me. "Friends? Friends!? Do you expect me to want to be your friend? Rachel, I'm done. I'm done trying to get you. I'm done being seen with you and most of all, I'm done with being your friend. Have a nice life"

After that he turned around. As soon as he was gone I felt the tears fill my eyes. I hate lying. I hate losing people. And I hate love.

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