TIFFIN 2

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As Tawnee drove me back to the apartment, I couldn't stop thinking of all the wonderful sceneries Tahiti had to offer.

My best friend in the whole world was many states away and blissfully unaware of what was going on in my chaotic life.

I remembered how romantic Niall had been, doing his best to win her back.

It made me want to cry.

I didn't blame Jo at all. She deserved happiness. I just didn't understand why I always seemed to get the bad end of the stick. 

My nerves spiked as I anticipated seeing Hero's Ford, but much to my glee, it wasn't there. I knew I should have been relieved, but I couldn't help but feel a sharp sting. I must not have been that important for Hero to chase after me anyway. 

As I entered, I slowly made my way to the bathroom. Flicking through several toiletries, I found a watermelon scrub I'd purchased some time ago.

Washing my hands, I applied it to my face. If I was going to work on packing my things and moving out by tonight, I needed to find a way to detox.

After removing it almost as quickly as I put it on, I stared into the bathroom mirror at my neutral skin tone dripping with water.

I somehow looked different than I had three months ago- possibly worn out. No- not worn out. I looked flushed like my skin had a certain glow to it. 

Why was I looking like I was thriving if inside I was suffering? Had Hero's touch been that magical? 

Ignoring my wayward thoughts, I entered the bedroom, eyeing a few of Hero's shirts. They didn't look dirty. It was as if he'd been sorting through clothes and threw them to the side.

Picking up a black T-shirt, I gathered it in my hands, holding it to my lips. 

The minty scent wafted through my nostrils, making me remember what it was like to lie beside him. When he wasn't in a rotten mood he was the kindest man I've ever known. But when he wasn't in a good mood... I may as well have been some piece of trash next to Kylie. 

I hadn't managed to open my eyes before I heard the front door opening and closing. Quickly throwing his shirt to the side, I pretended to be busy with a few books. 

Hero rushed into the room, grabbing onto the door for dear life. 

"Kristina, I tried to come for you-"

I rolled my eyes tossing Little Women aside. "Well, you're about an hour late."

"Well, I-"

He paused, looking at my frantic behavior. I wasn't exactly in the best mood with him around. 

"What are you doing on the floor?" He demanded. 

I huffed, shooting him a glare. "What does it look like I'm doing, Hero? I'm gathering my shit and I'm getting far away from you!"

"Fuck!" He exclaimed. "Don't leave! We have shit to talk about!"

I yanked away from his hand on my shoulder.

"I'll leave when I want to leave! Have you forgotten about the sex tape that was posted just hours ago? God, you must really think I'm vapid."

"I know!" Hero sounded exasperated. "I remember! I swear, I'm going to go to the college dean and tell him it was my fault, baby!"