It was Supposed to be Us

Fourteen

POV-Reggie

Everything was screaming at me to turn around and go back to Carlos and T.K's, but my body continued to move forward. Everything told me to that whatever was on the other side of this door wasn't going to be good, yet I stepped through the door anyway.

The first person I saw was Luke. I smiled a little. He was staring at something, so I followed his line of vision. And when I say I don't know how I feel right now, I genuinely don't know. I felt numb. Maybe with rage, sadness, hurt. . . I don't know. I was just numb.

"Fucking Julie again?!" I asked Luke as I turned to him.

"No, Reggie. It's not what it looks like!" Luke tried to defend himself.

"Really?!" I was shocked by his reply. "It's not what it fucking looks liek?! Looks to me like you're staring at an undressed Juile which is not only weird but also you know how I felt and feel about her!"

"I just wanted to ask if she was involved!" Luke yelled, taking a step towards me and reaching for my hand.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I yelled as I was suddenly overwhelmed with sadness. I didn't want Luke to touch me for the first time since I met him. "The one person you told me not to worry about is the one person I've seen you kiss and now you're staring at her when she isn't wearing anything! I'm fucking done, Lukas."

"Lukas?" Luke asked. I've never used his real name. "What do you mean done?"

"Done!" I shouted, a single tear rolling down my cheek. "Done with this fucking bull shit and done with you!"

"Reggie-" He reached for me again.

I stepped back. "I said don't touch me," I spoke through my teeth before teleporting out of the house.

POV-Luke

What the hell did I do? This wasn't supposed to happen. Julie was supposed to be dressed and Reggie wasn't even supposed to be here. There has been nothing but pain these past two days and I thought being there while telling my parents was bad? This feels so much worse. I have nothing to compare this to. The best I got is the pain I felt yesterday multiplied by four thousand. It sucked.

I turned to everything on Julie's dresser and threw it off out of pure anger. At myself and at the universe. I could never be mad at Reggie, though. And he has every right to be mad at me.

I dropped to my knees, hands in my hair and screamed as loud as I could. And then I let myself cry. It was lonely crying there all by myself, but I had no choice. The love of my life just broke up with me.

I pulled at my hair. How could I be so stupid? How could I have let him go? Why did I think it was a good idea to come here? What the fuck is wrong with me? I've put Reggie through this whole Julie thing twice and he doesn't deserve that. He deserves so much better than me. Why did I let him walk- teleport out of here? I just to make everything right. Why are my thoughts so bipolar? I'm half saying I'm glad he broke up with me because he deserves better, but also saying I wish he never saw any of this and I could go back to Carlos' and everything would be okay again.

Everything just sucks.

I decided I should probably leave Julie's now seeing as I just scared the crap out of her. So I teleported back to Carlos' because it was the only place I could think of where I wouldn't be a burden to anyone.

POV-Julie

I was just minding my buisness and then all of a sudden everything on my dresser just goes flying off of it. I let out a horrified scream as I covered myself up with a blanket and my dad and Carlos came rushing into the room moments later. And I know for a fact we all heard that horrifying, yet manly and slightly hot scream come from the center of my room.

The voice sounded so familiar but in the moment all I could think about was the fear I was in.

"What was that?" my dad asked.

"Everything just flew off my dresser and then you both heard that scream, too, right?" I asked my dad.

"Yeah," Carlos said as he started into the room. "It was cool."

"Carlos!" My dad said. "Come here."

My dad held his arms to me and I made sure I was tightly wrapped in the blanket before running into his arms.

"You can sleep in my room tonight if you'd like," my dad told me as he hugged me tightly.

We all left my room. Carlos grabbed my clothes for me since he wasn't scared and then went to bed. And I planned on sleeping in Dad's room for the rest of the week.

POV-Reggie

I teleported to the middle of the street, but quickly realized that Luke might come out here to look for me. So I teleported home. And not to Carlos' house, but to our-my. . . The old apartment. Everything was just the same as we left it. Intruments all around the living room, dishes in the sink, beds unmade. Nothing was out of place except for the picture we had on the wal of all three of us.

Even our rooms that had been gone through by the cops were put back together. Picture back underneath the bed or on the nightstands or dressers. It looked like no one's been here. It was kind of comforting, but at the same time highly disturbing.

I haven't cried yet. Nothing has really registered. I walked into my room, but Luke's scent still lingered since he was the last person to spray his colonge in here. Because he always used it. No matter where he went he always made sure he smelled nice. I love. . . Loved that about him.

Being here made me upset. So I grabbed my bass and teleported to the middle of Mrs. Harvey's living room, being sure to make myself visable to her. And accidently kind of on purpose made myself visable to April, too, but she wasn't supposed to be up.

They were both on the couch watching T.V. And I appeared right in their line of vision.

"Reggie?" Mrs. Harvey asked as soon as she saw me.

"I think I just broke up with Luke," I said. And saying it outloud made it real. I started collapsing in tears.