{Mae's POV}
I was walking back down the hallway of the dreadful college. Tami was still with me but she was a couple of paces ahead. I was trailing behind due to my casts.
A vibration sends signals through my body from my back pocket.
"Wait up Tami, someone is calling me."
Tami stops and heads toward me. I look down at my phone, Gina.
"Hel---" I start but get cut off by Gina.
"Don't trust Tami, or Cain. They are out to kill you. Please you have to believe me!"
"I'm walking down the hallway with Tami right now, what are you talking about?" I question her.
"She has a fucking gun!" Gina spills at me.
"First of all, don't say that and second of all, no she doesn't."
I turn towards Tami who must have heard because she shrugged and turned out her pockets reveling nothing.
"You have to believe me. Cain has Brody's body and Tami shoots you."
"What the hell Gina. Stop making up things."
"I'm not making it up, I saw it happen!" Gina says a little calmer. The medicine was defiantly wearing off.
"Where on earth did you see this!" I scream through the phone trying to see what the hell she was talking about.
"In my dream!" Gina says and Tami and I sigh.
"Gina... I can't even." I say shaking my head and laughing.
A confused huh comes through the phone.
"Bye Gina." I say pulling the phone away from my ear. I hear mumbles from Gina coming through the phone but I can't make it out.
"Well that was interesting..." I say looking at Tami.
"Yeah..." She replies.
"So what do you want to do tonight?" I say unlocking the door to our dorm. Before Tami can answer I say, "Okay, so you should know that I share a dorm with Cain so he might be in here f-y-i."
Tami nods and I push open the door. Inside reveal Cain setting up a table.
There were rose petals on the floor and Cassie was in the room. When I walked in she looked at Cain and stormed out of the room.
There was a gorgeous candle-lit diner upon a table covered in a silky white table cloth.
"Wow! We aren't even broken up and you're already are having dates with Cassie!"
"No, Mae its not what it looks like!"
"Oh yeah! Then what is this, a 'playdate?'"
"No!"
"Then what, Cain, what is it?!"
"It was an I'm sorry date for you!"
"Well this is awkward!" Tami says and walk out of the room leaving only me and Cain.
"Really?" I say more calmly now. "You really would do that for me?"
"Yes and I even cooked your favorite, mac & cheese."
I laugh a little before running and hugging him. "Thank you!" I whisper into his ear.
"But, there is one thing I need to know." Cain says in a more serious tone.
"Yes..." I say puzzled.
"Have you ever slept with anyone?"
I gasp and sigh before answering. "Well, not exactly."
He throws his hands up in the air. "What do you mean 'not exactly?'" He presses his hands to his face and his face turns a bight shade of red. "And you are over here getting mad at me for sleeping with someone when you have done the same thing!"
"Its not like that!" I try to explain but he ignores me.
"Hypocrite!"
"I am not!" Again, he shouts over me.
"Hypocrite! H-y-p-o hypo-crite!" He yells spelling the word out for me as if I couldn't spell.
I walk towards him and slap him. A loud popping sound is followed by a red handprint on the side of his face. Before he can say anything I say, "Shut up. Don't say a word. Its not like that."
He cups his cheek in his hands and calmly states, "Then how is it." He turns his head sideways in confusion.
"Umm... when I was a kid my parents got taken away from me. I was sent to my uncles house. I hated it there because every morning he would sexually abuse me to wake me up. Most days when I dreadfully returned from school, he would push me into the bedroom, or on the couch, and rape me. Everyday. Luckily I never got pregnant and I never really slept with anyone but that's why I have trust issues."
"Oh my lord! I'm so sorry!" Cain says hugging me.
I push away, "Don't be. Its not your fault, you had nothing to do with it."
"I'm really sorry, I---"
"Don't be." I say cutting him off.
"Do you want to have a nice romantic dinner?" He says changing the subject and gesturing towards the dinner laid beautifully out in our dorm.
I kiss him on the lips.
"I'll take that as a yes!" He says and we sit down at the table enjoying the dinner he laid out for us.
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Love is for the Lucky Ones
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