Never Enough by Ashley Johnson Page A

Trevor James, can't stay away from me?"
    "You may find it hard to believe Macy but it's true. I wouldn't lie to you."
    “And just why can’t you stay away from me?” I hated to snort in his face but I just wasn’t really sure if I were supposed to fall into this or not.
    He looked out at the pond and back into my eyes. “Everything about you draws me in. I can’t describe it. I could try but I’d probably sound like an idiot.”
    I laughed and looked away. “I seriously doubt you could sound like an idiot.”
    He sat there as if he was going to say something else but he didn’t.
    We sat in silence and I pulled my hand away to brush my hair behind my ears. I swallowed and took a deep breath taking in the warm air that was around us. I watched the breeze blow through the trees before looking back in his direction. His bluish gray eyes were amazing and I almost lost my train of thought. Without warning I looked at him and replied, "You shouldn't bother with me Trevor. I'm leaving, please don't follow me." I got up to make my exit and before I could move he grabbed my arm.
    "Macy did I say something wrong? I thought we were having a good time. Please don't go." He was practically begging for me to stay with him and I was running away. My head knew my heart would jump in and thankfully I had the brains to stop this before it began. This is how it would always be.
    I looked at him trying not to lose it, and then took my arm back from him. Without another word I walked off. I made my way to where my car was by the sandwich shop. I got in my car, drove up the road, parked it and cried. Cried tears for the past, tears for things I didn’t fully understand. Tears for someone who liked me and I’d just shoved them away. I'd never hear from him again. It was clearly for the best, it had to be. But for that brief moment, I cried.
    I let myself back in the apartment. I was never happier to find it empty. I made a cup of black tea and sat at the kitchen counter. Most of my crying was under control by now. All I wanted to do was lie in a hot bathtub and listen to music. Before I could go make good on that, there was a knock at the door. I took a sip of my tea as I walked up to the door and peered through the peep hole. It was Trevor. I groaned seriously debated not answering. After all I'd just run off on him and now I'd been bawling my eyes out. Wait how did he even know where I lived? I unlocked the door and opened it up standing there with my hand on my hip like Halley would do.
    "Macy, what the hell? Are you ok? Why'd you just run out on me like that? I'm sorry this looks creepy, but I followed you. I couldn't leave things like that." He looked panicked standing there, like he was unsure of how to handle any of this. Join the club buddy.
    I stood in the doorway with a rather unamused look on my face with my hand still attached to my hip debating whether to let him in or not. I wondered if he could make out that I had been crying. I’m sure he could but I sure hope not. I could slam the door in his face and pretend he never knocked but unfortunately I was not a mean person. I gave him my answer when I said," Why did you follow me? Never mind that, Trevor, come inside."
    "Are you going to talk to me?" Pain was written all over that face. For a sheer moment, I didn’t care.
    "Yes." No, I wasn't going to or at least not the truth. He didn't need to know. All he needed to know was that this was not going to work now or ever. Even though I badly wanted it to give it a try.
    "Ok, thank you." He walked in and I led him into the living room. He reached for my hand to sit by him on the couch. I declined and sat on the recliner. It was more comfortable than that couch was but that wasn’t the point. He looked hurt and I hated seeing him like that but I was protecting him. This needed to end now or at least that’s what I was letting myself believe.
    "This should have never happened. It's all a mistake. You know it is too Trevor." I