𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 124 | Apologies And Hypocrites

I like being the one in the right and that's selfish of me, I know that. I just don't want to face being wrong all the time, not saying I am.

Even though I said I don't regret having sex with him, I still feel dirty at the fact it happened and he just used me. He fucking used me while he didn't even have his mind made up about if it would be real or what we would be in the end. He doesn't play fair, he plays his way, he plays with me to get what he wants because he doesn't think, he just does.

Although I said I wouldn't let him be forgiven with just two sentences I'd love to see him try. At least once a day would be amusing.

Is this even that big of a deal? It's not like he took my virginity. Stop. He betrayed me and lied just to have sex with me. Sweet nothings and promises he wasn't going to keep in the first place just so he could stick his dick in me. Damn I'm pathetic. I would have at-least thought I'd learned to recognize manipulation when I saw it because I've encountered it many times before. I'm no better than a blind woman.

What am I going to do with myself? Rot in bed? Cry for hours? I sighed and started picking at my nails. I've never felt so stupid in my life, I never did anything to that asshole, do I honestly deserve this?

Stupid girl. Honestly how could I think that he just randomly changed from an asshole to a prince in a day? How could I believe he really wanted something serious? I guess I really am that easy.

I don't understand though, people saw us dancing together, doesn't he realize that? People will talk. Would he really want to do something so publicly like that if he wasn't serious? Damn it, now I'm confusing myself. I'm not standing up for his behavior.

It's a couple hours later and I'm still sitting on the couch aimlessly petting Gizmo. I stare off thinking of nothing and everything, pitying myself.

I hear what sounds like paper rustling and jerk my head to the direction of it. A piece of paper is slipped under my door. I sit still, waiting to hear footsteps leave, anything, but there's only silence.

I set Gizmo on the couch and he meows after me as I walk to the paper slip. Picking it up I read,

'I'm sorry.'

I scoff loudly and turn it over.

'P.S. I need that bed cover back, preferably with you still naked under it.'

I rip it apart, screaming at the door, "Fuck off prick, buy a new one." flipping the bird.

I don't care if he couldn't see it, I eventually hear what I think is a faint laugh, and then the shuffling of feet.

I choose this as my chance to open the door, I don't want to face him head on. I lean out and let the shreds of paper fall on the floor.

"This was an embarrassing attempt." I say after him and slam the door back before he can turn around.

I hear fast footsteps and a knock on the door.

"If you let me explain, we could work this out." Aizawa says, muffled by the door between us.

I laugh loudly. "You've already embarrassed me this much, I won't let you go any further and make me more of a doormat."

"Calm down for one second-" He pleads softly.

"Oh, I'm fucking calm dickhead." I cross my arms. "You're the one not calm."

He chuckles and it sends a wave of rage through me. Fuck this guy.

"Why can't you understand that I can't give you what you want right now?" He says. "I can't do serious right now."

I'm fuming now, so much I almost rip this door open and start choking him out.

"Why cant I understand?" I yell. "Maybe because you told me entirely different last night you stupid piece of shit."

"Stop calling me names or I'll kick this damn door down." He growls.

I laugh patronizingly. "I'd like to see you try."

He huffs on the other side of the door and I can just imagine how angry he looks. It gets me going. Shut up.

"Well if you let me in then I can explain to you why I said that last night." He suggests with what sounds almost like hope in his voice, but I brush it off.

"No, you are not standing foot in this apartment, asshole." I gloat at the door.

"I said enough with the names." He grits out.

"'I said enough with the names.'" I mock him. "Whatever, bitch."

Then I hear the fast slipping of what I know is Aizawas gray scarf when I see it coming under my door.