WARNING: I do not tolerate any form of plagiarism. This is all under the copyright of ChocolateCoveredCheetos.


Author's Note: Hi! So this is a one-shot, something that came to me all of a sudden the other day, and I just had to get it down. x) This is the first time that I'm writing one- I wanted to try writing something that doesn't involve me updating another chapter every week or so. :D Don't worry though, I'm still going to continue Love for Hire and Never too Late for Love. I will never think of abandoning those. Please read and review! It'll mean the world to me. Thanks and enjoy! :)


It's Just Destiny

It was almost the end of senior year. I was running for valedictorian, and studied like there was no tomorrow. But it seemed I had a slight competition.

James Ashton.

Fine, I'll admit that I was jealous of him. He was handsome, naturally smart- he didn't study at all, but still got good grades. Not only that, he was also captain of the basketball team and the soccer team.

Let's move on to me.

Unpopular, wallflower, nerd. Unlike James, I wasn't so rich. I had to study hard just so that I could get a scholarship for college. I was not gorgeous, like Taylor Johnson, the head cheerleader. I was editor of the school newspaper and part of the student council. Thus, I didn't have much of a social life.

For some reason, my two best friends were convinced that we were meant to be together.

I laughed it off then. Me, Sophia Kingston, and the school's biggest playboy- not only that, but a self-centered asshole? Never going to happen.

But ever since they mentioned it to me, I found myself staring at him more and more, noticing the little things that he did, how he smiled, the way the he brushed his dark brown hair back.

Within a month, I was smitten for the most popular boy in school.

That was not good. No, no, no. I told myself that I had to focus, focus on my studies. However, my friends were persistent. So what did they do?

Set me up on a blind date with James.

So we went and ate out at a restaurant, watched a movie. Surprisingly, he wasn't so much of a jerk like I thought he was. James was actually kind, caring, and sweet. When he walked me to my door, I couldn't help myself.

I kissed him. To my astonishment, he kissed me back. It was soft and sweet. Just like I wanted my first kiss to be.

After that, everything just fell into place. We started going out together, and everyone said we were the perfect couple. How I was the one who changed him. I loved James, the way he held me, the way that his eyes would twinkle mischeviously, and how he made me feel like I was the only girl in the world. For once, I felt special.

But I was a fool thinking that there were such things as happily ever after.

A few months later, James began distancing himself from me. He kept things to himself and avoided me at times. I began to get worried. I thought he didn't want me anymore; that he grew tired of me. I mean, who was I compared to all those other girls he dated?

I decided to confront him about it. I went to a small coffeshop, where his friends said he went to to finish a group project.

When I entered the shop, what I saw made my heart plummet. My suspisions were confirmed.

Taylor Johnson was practically on top of him, kissing him fiercely. It looked like it was going to lead into something even more. Her friends were there as well, smirking when they saw me, as if saying- See, you wouldn't last.

I didn't waste another second. I ran out of the coffeshop and cried myself to sleep. I couldn't believe that he would cheat on me like that. When he called and texted me several times that night and the nights after, I ignored him.

When he tried to talk to me at school, I shunned him there too. I turned into this robot. I went home, studied, ate and slept. I followed the same routine everyday.

A week later, it was graduation. I finished as valedictorian of my batch. He as saludictorian. I knew I should have been joyious; happy that all my hard work paid off, but I felt nothing but hollowness. It felt as if I was missing a part of myself.

My parents became anxious, but I brushed it aside, saying that it was just nerves.

And so I got into Yale and left for college. I told myself that I would forget about him and go on with my life.

But I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried.

I just couldn't.


"Shit," I muttered, jigling the ignition. "Don't die on me now!"

The motor sputtered.

I pressed my foot harder on the gas. Slowly, my car began to inch forward, the snow crunching under the wheels.

"Yes!" I crowed, pumping my fist into the air.

I spoke too soon.

The car gave a final lurch, then stopped.

I groaned, banging my head on the steering wheel. "Are you kidding me?"

As if in response, the motor gave a loud bang and died completely. This can't be happening to me. Out of all places my car could break down in, it just had to be here. In the middle of nowhere. In a snowstorm.

Great. Just great. I wonder how long it'll take them to find me when the storm clears up.

I could see the headlines now. Nineteen year old girl entering her second year in college found frozen in her car, resembling a popsicle….

I shook my head and shivered. It was getting colder and colder each passing minute. I had to find a way out of here. As though the sky was mocking me, it snowed even harder. My whole windshield was coated with frost and ice, so I couldn't see what was going on outside.

There was only one option left.

I bundled myself up and prepared to walk and brave the cold wind in order to find civilization. I was just about to open the door when suddenly, something hit the back of my car and threw me forward, my head hitting the ceiling.

I let out a string of curses, rubbing my head. Furiously, I threw open the door and stepped out, barely notice the cold air stinging my face.

"What's wrong with you?" I yelled at the car that hit mine, waving my fist at it. It was a sleek black Lamburgini.

Whoever owned it has taste, I thought grudgingly. I continued my rant, stomping over to the driver's side. "Can't you see where you're going? My car's already broken yo-"

I froze. The door had opened, and the driver came out. But it wasn't some random careless stranger.

After all these months, he still looked the same as ever. Sturdy, muscular built, emerald green eyes, a strong jawline and that messy wave of dark brown hair.

I swallowed hard.

Suddenly, all the memories I tried so hard to forget came flooding back. Our first date, the time when he took care of me when I was sick with the stomach flu, and when we went to senior prom together.

This is the first time in over a year that I've seen him since graduation.

James.

My ex-boyfriend's eyes widened. "Soph?"

I began to back away towards my car. "I need to go now. I need too…"

As quick as lightning, his hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around my wrist. "Wait."

My heart started to race.

James' eyes searched my face, as though wanting to say something, but decided against it. "You said your car was broken. I'll give you ride back to the city," he said finally.

I shook my head quickly. "No! I'm fine! See, I'm going to call someone to pick me up."

I whipped out my phone. A notification flashed on the screen. No signal.

Go figure.

"I'll just… wait it out here," I said lamely.

James raised his eyebrows. "Soph, let me give you a ride. I'll call a tow truck to pick up your car once we get into the city."

"I…" I trailed off. I didn't want to ride in same car as him.

"I won't talk about it if you don't want to," my ex-boyfriend said quietly. "I just don't want to leave you out here in the middle of a snowstorm."

He never pushed anything. James never pried, he always waited for me to be ready. My throat constricted and I nodded. "Thank you."


We rode in silence. I occasionally looked out the window, thinking. After an hour or so, we were forced to pull over at a small hotel because it was snowing so hard that it was too dangerous to keep driving any longer.

Inside, James looked at me. "We're going to have to check into a room for the night. Is that okay with you?"

My eyes widened.

Seeing my expression, he added quickly, "There are two beds and everything. It's just that I couldn't get separate rooms because they're fully booked. "

"Oh," I said. Inside, I wanted to scream. I couldn't believe that he was being so nice, after…

Just the thought made the corners of my eyes burn.

Get a hold of yourself, Soph! I scolded myself. That was over a year ago. You should be over it by now.

Thanks to the quick check-in service, we were able to get into our room in less than ten minutes. While James busied himself with placing his coat and sweater into closet, I sat down on the edge of the bed.

Finally, unable to contain my curiousity any longer, I spoke. "Why?"

James stopped what he has doing, his lean arms hovering over a shelf that contained bathrobes. "What are you talking about?"

I was sure the desperation and anger was evident in my voice now. "Why? Why did you cheat on me?" I buried my face in my hands as tears began to stream out.

All of a sudden, I felt his arms around me. I knew I should have been revolted, and that I should have pushed him away, but I didn't. I just felt like I belonged there, in his arms.

"Soph, I never cheated on you," James said softly, tucking a strand of my strawberry- blonde hair behind my ear. "That's what I've been trying to tell you this whole time."

I drew myself away from him, furious. I prided my voice for not shaking. "So you're telling me that the whole thing with Taylor was nothing?"

"Soph," he began. "Remember when my mom was diagnosed with cancer?"

I nodded.

"Around two month after we started dating…," his voice trailed off. "She died."

My hands flew to my mouth.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I whispered. Mrs. Ashton always treated me like one of her own children. She never failed to make me feel welcome at their home. "I could have helped."

James looked at his lap. "That's what I regret. I was so, so angry when mom died. I was the one who was closest to her, and to see it nearly kill my dad when she passed away… My family broke apart then." He looked at me, his green eyes mirroring my grey ones. "I didn't know what to do anymore. And I was terrified that I would lose you as well, so I started distancing myself from you.

"So, I had to meet Harold and Chris at the coffeeshop for a group project," he said, refering to two jocks in the popular crowd then. "What I didn't know was that they were planning something."

I remained silent.

"You know that I used to date Taylor back in junior year," James said.

"Yeah," I said. Taylor never got over the fact that James broke up with her. So when James and I started dating, she made it clear that she hated me. One time, she even spray painted my locker and filled my bag with worms.

"They got together with Taylor and her friends and decide to play around with me, because they thought it would be funny. So while I was working on the project, they made sure that you were going to show. When you were about to come in, Taylor pushed me down on the table and started kissing me. I pushed her off of me, but by the time I did that, you already left."

I was speechless. "H-how did you know all of this?"

"Do you still recall," James said, "When Harold and Chris came to school the next day with a black eye each?"

I still did. They stumbled around the hallways the next day, trying to get to class, cringing whenever they saw James come by. "You didn't…"

"I did," James told me. "I was so angry that I beat the crap out of them until they told me what they did. When I learned about it, I was furious.

"I tried to call you and talk to you," he said, giving me a sad smile. "But you never gave me the chance. Which is why I'm telling you this now."

"James…"

"I don't expect you to forgive me," he said. "I just wanted you to know the truth. And that I still love you, even if you don't anymore."

For a moment, everything seemed to stand still.

And then I kissed him, feeling his lips, warm and soft underneath mine. He responded to it, placing his hand on the small of my back and bringing me closer to him. Running my hands through his hair, I kissed James harder, trailing my tongue across his bottom lip. He groaned.

Feeling breathless, I pulled away. "I believe you. I'm sorry that I never gave you the chance to explain. I'm sorry of being such an idiot." I looked at him directly in the eye. "I've never stopped loving you after all this time."

James looked stunned.

I smiled slightly. "Let's start over."

He smiled and cleared his throat. "I'm James."

The corners of my mouth curled. "Sophia."

"I've been in love with you for the past three years, and there's a new restaurant in the city…" James started.

"Yes?"

"So, do you want to go on a date with me tomorrow?"

"I'd love to."


I don't believe that it was a mere accident that James and I crossed paths once more. Everything, no matter how trivial it seems, happens for a reason. However, nobody makes the choice for you; you are the one that makes the change. And that, is just destiny.


END


Author's Note: So... what do you guys think? Do you want more? Or do you want James or another person's point of view? Reviews are very much appreciated! Constructive criticism is welcome too! Thanks for reading! :))


WARNING: I do not tolerate any form of plagiarism. This is all under the copyright of ChocolateCoveredCheetos.