Chasing Fintry

chapter 31- Is this good bye

I woke up the next day barley alive I had got maybe two hours of sleep and I was dead. I put on a pair of denim shorts and a floral tank top. I threw my hair into a messy side braid. I tried to cover up the bags under my eyes with concealer. I headed down for the free breakfast. I grabbed a cup of coffee and yogurt. I welcomed the burn of the coffee as it slide down my throat. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I jumped causing me to spill some of my coffee on my hand. I groaned and wiped it off. I looked behind me and saw the boy from last night. "Sorry I didn't mean to make you spill your drink." I heard a slight accent that wasn't american that I didn't notice last night but I just nodded silently not in the mood to talk. "Like I asked last night are you ok?" He said rubbing my shoulder, I flinched away from his touch and looked down at my coffee. I heard the scraping of a chair on the marble floor I looked up and saw the boy sitting across from me. I sighed knowing he wouldn't give up. "I just had a really bad break up and I don't really want to talk about it." I said rubbing my temples. "We'll I caught my fiancee in bed with another bloke, and her dad was the mayor of my hometown so I was like hey why not go explore america?' I ate my yogurt as he talked. "Oh my name is Nate." He said flashing me a grin with perfect white teeth. "Finty." I mumbled in reply. "Beautiful name for a beautiful lady." He said. "The last time I heard that joke I fell off my dinosaur." I replied sarcastically. "Man you know that last time I heard that comeback I was chilling with Noah on the Ark." He said and rolled his eyes. I laughed at his joke. "I'm sorry about last night I was really rude." I said with a sigh.

"By the way you are acting you must really love that boy." I nodded. "You have no idea." I mumbled. "If you don't mind me asking what happened?" He asked. I took a big sip of my coffee.

"A few years ago this guy tried to do somethings and then I met Elliot, we basically have a love story like John and Savannah in Dear John, we met at the beach it took me a while but I realized I was in love with that boy from the moment I laid eyes on him. Well I was stupid and near the last week at the beach we had a fall out and I ended up dating my best friend who hit me when we started dating. Anyways I saw Elliot the first day of college. Then found my boyfriend in bed with another girl the day after he proposed and a few weeks later I started dating Elliot. About four months ago we got in a bad crash and Elliot was in a coma, I barley left his side. Well one day the guy who tried to do somethings showed up and started trying to kiss me and things. I hit the button to call the nurses and tried to play along so I could get him to believe I wanted to wait and he bought it and got his hands off of me. Well apparently he set his phone up to take pictures. I kept ignoring him and he sent the pictures to Elliot, he wouldn't even let me explain and called me a slut and I deserved the things that happened. I came here then saw pictures of him with another girl and they." I couldn't finish I wiped away the tear that was falling down my cheek. I felt a hand rubbing my arm. "You have been through a lot, and you look pretty strong because of it. Most girls would give up but you fight, you shouldn't give up hope." I smiled. "Are you like a therapist?" I said with a chuckle. "Actually I'm studying to be one." I he said with a smirk. "Well you'll make a lovely one." I said standing up. "I hope so, and this is straight forward but may I have your number." He asked with a shy grin. I nodded and put my number in his phone. I said a quick good bye. I threw away my trash and made my way back up to my room.

Once I got there I turned on my phone. I felt nervous as it finally turned on. I looked through my notifications it was all nothing important. Finally I reached my messages I had three, I took a deep breath as I opened them.

One was from Elliot.

I felt my heart trying to jump out of my throat. I opened it and saw a picture. He had his arm around a girl kissing her cheek. I felt the jealously flowing through my veins. Under the picture had the typical sorry wrong number message. I checked my other messages which were from Wyatt and Ashton. I sighed and grabbed my bag. I needed to go talk to him. I turned my key into the front desk. I hailed a cab and headed back to the beach house. I got there and opened the door.