Chapter 15: My everything... pt.1

Ethan's P.O.V.

My football team and I had made it back home from a football camp that was held this past weekend. We usually have them during the summer for longer periods of time except for this one. Coach wanted the wide receivers to get extra training. Especially since we had an upcoming game.

It was grueling, but I enjoy it. The only thing that would had made it better was if my beautiful Helena would have been there. I missed her so much and I could not wait to see and have her in my arms.

Calling her to see if I could go over that Sunday evening, she did not sound like herself telling me she was not feeling well. I had even offered to take her some soup and take care of her, but she kept shutting me down. To say I was very disappointed that I could not see her beautiful face was understatement. I told her it was alright even though it was not.

The following day I made it to school and made my way to find my girl. Finding her getting her things out of her locker I decided to sneak up on her which now looking back should had given me a sign.

"Damn baby you are so damn sexy. I can't wait to get you alone." I whispered in her ear pushing her against the locker pinning her body with mine.

Thinking that she would play along she began to shake and panic. "Please. Please, don't !"

"What the fuck?" I had thought to myself. Why is she freaking out?

"Helena! Baby girl what's wrong? Look at me please! It's me Ethan, baby."

I told her quickly. What the hell was wrong with her?

"E-- Ethan?" opening her eyes I notice the fear that she had however, when she saw me in front of her it had gone away.

"Yes babe, it's me. Who did you think it was?" I ask chuckling and wondering why she had panicked. I had to admit that I was a bit freaked out also. Helena has never reacted that way before.

She had stayed quiet holding me tight like if her life depended on it. I had missed her, so I also held tightly to her. God, she smelled good.

Pulling away I cupped her face with both hands looking in her eyes. "Helena, what's wrong? What the hell happened to your cheek?" noticing the bruise she had on her cheek.

She told me she had bad dreams the night before which scared her and since I had sneaked up on her it had startled her. She had also told me that she had fallen down the steps in Tatiana's house which in a way I believed. What else could have happened if not for her hitting it. Right?

Asking her if there was anything else wrong, Helena just reassured me that she was fine. I had a feeling that she was not, but she just kept saying no. If only I would have pushed the issue. Just like when she had told me a few days later that she had something important she needed to tell me. But no, I let other things get in the way of finding out why my beautiful, innocent girlfriend was looking over her shoulder like if someone was out to get her or how she faked a smile when it looked like she wanted to cry. Especially how distant she was when she was with me. She did not even talk to Tatiana which I found very strange since those two were inseparable. I even asked Tatiana what was going on with them. All she told me was that they had a 'misunderstanding'. Whatever that meant.

I should have also not ignored the fact that when I found the leader of the Skullz too close to Helena she looked freaked out and when we were leaving the diner, he said to me. "This is not over! We will meet again!"

I had no clue what the fuck he was talking about and why he was talking to Helena. By the look on her face, she was uncomfortable being near him, so I did not understand why he was saying that? Did they even know each other? Helena would never hang out with someone like him. Questions ran through my head on the drive home. We both stayed quiet since it looked like she did not want to talk about it either.

Stupid I know. I knew there was something wrong with her. My Helena was quiet but when we were together, she was different. She was always smiling, talking and joking with me. She was always herself and she always told me everything, we were each other's best friends.

I still remember the first time I asked her out. It was at a football practice and the cheerleading team was outside having try outs. I kept watching her hoping she would notice me, but she didn't. She never noticed when other guys checked her out. That is one of the reasons why I liked her so much. She is not the type of girl to bring herself negative attention and did not flaunt the amazing body she has. She is soft spoken with a bit of sass if she gets upset and thoughtful of people's feelings. Her caring and loving nature made me fall in love with her and I seriously could not see my life without her in it.

After an hour of nonchalantly glancing her way, I got up the nerve to go up to her. I remember my heart beating a hundred miles a minute with every step I took toward her. We knew each other from having some classes together since our freshman year. To be honest, I had always liked her but was to chicken to ask her out. Finally standing next to her I cleared my throat to get her attention when she turned around and smiled at me. I swear I forgot how to speak and breathe when she smiled at me. Every time she does it took my breath away.

When I remembered to breathe and speak, I began to talk to her then asked her out to get something to eat after practice -- which she accepted -- and the rest is history. We are happy. At least I thought we were.

So, when I got on my knee and asked her to go to Homecoming with me and she said she couldn't I was beyond confused. First, I thought she was joking until I saw her tearing up.

She kept shaking her head no and saying sorry repeatedly. "Why could she not go with me? Was it something I did or did not do?"

Thinking that I misunderstood, that she just could not go to the dance, she shocked me with the next words that came out of her mouth. "I love you, Ethan. You will always have my heart. However, I cannot be with you anymore. I am so, so sorry." then she took off running.

Dumbfounded and speechless, I stood there frozen trying to register what had just happened. Did the love of my life just break up with me? She could not have. There had to be an explanation, and I had to find out why. I was not going to let things end between us without knowing the reason.