Nikki
Why the hell did I think it'd actually work out!!? I feel horrible. Am I not good enough? I guess not if my boyfriend cheated on me and was careless enough to get caught on t.v. Well fine, Brandon, I don't need you either!! I can make it on my own!!
"Nikki, are you packing?" he asked after getting home. He was still shirtless. That reminded me of Jessica's face. I can see her enjoying it. I angrily stuffed a shirt in a duffle bag. "Nikki, I'm sorry! I was confused. Nothing that happened really mattered, I promise!"
"Yeah, no. Not gonna cut it this time," I scoffed.
"Nikki, stop." He grabbed my hand that currently had a pair of jeans in it. "What will it take?"
"There's nothing you can do." I threw the bag over my shoulder and headed for the bedroom door. Brandon grabbed my arm and jerked me back. He was staring into my eyes now. I was starting to realize one reason I started liking him; then what had happened that night dawned on me, and I realised why I was leaving.
"Stay. Please."
"I'm only staying because I have no where else to go, but we're not together. Alright?"
He bit his lip and kept staring at me. "Okay," he squeaked. I knew he was going to cry. I took out my pajamas and some underwear and went to take a shower. I closed the door behind me to hear him sob. He sounds ugly when he cries.
