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Taylor's pov

"Alex?" I called out when I got to my apartment, throwing my bag behind the door after I shut it.

I heard her talking in her bedroom, so I followed the noise. Her door was open, and she was on the phone with who knows who.

I smiled, getting her attention so she knew I was back home and safe.

She looked up from her notebook, smiling at me as I turned and walked out.

I knew I should probably start unpacking, but I wanted to do nothing but think about the day I had. I walked into my room, practically throwing myself on my bed.

Gray had woken us up with breakfast, getting us breakfast sandwiches from the local shop a couple streets down the road. He always got everyone in our friend group treats, and Colby must not have been used to it since he was hesitant to take the little things Gray would offer.

Mostly, Gray had shown us around, letting Colby sightsee while he refreshed me on what happened to all the places used to go to growing up in Texas.

Colby had stayed mostly quiet while the two of us talked, walking beside me and taking everything in. I felt bad for him, seeing that he never really was the quiet type, and I grabbed his hand. Hopefully this sent the message that no matter what Gray was doing, I never forgot that Colby was standing beside me.

But now, I could only reflect on what our trip and relationship in general was coming to. All it was, was me testing him to see if he was loyal and it was hardly getting started. I hated myself for it, for the sex we had and everything since the beginning.

I missed what we were before we were actually a couple. We were having fun, we were doing things to make eachother jealous without realizing. We fought and I loved it.

And it's not the same anymore. I hate myself for it.

I knew that a relationship like this wouldn't last. There was no way. I would get to my breaking point and so would he.

But there was a little voice in my head telling me that it wouldn't be that bad. That even though everything I was doing was wrong, things would work themselves out.

One day everything would be good, we would be good. Maybe I'd be back in Texas while he lives his dream with Sam and the boys. We'd move on and soon we'd be strangers, strangers who shared a few memories.

I knew that no matter what happened between us, we could never truly hate each other. And maybe that is why I kept doing what I was doing, because it was with that thought in mind I called Katrina.

"We're here!" I shouted, shutting the door behind me. I didn't bother kicking off my shoes, because nobody else did.

Katrina and Tara's voices lead me to them, with Alex following me.

"Hi guys!" Katrina giggled, throwing a drink in my hand. I didn't even care what it was, alcohol or not and she knew that from the look in my eyes.

I was here to cause trouble, "unintentionally". And I knew I couldn't actually do anything without a drink to influence my actions.

"Mm this is good! Try it, 'Lex," I threw the drink into her hand, letting her take a drink of whatever it was.

"Yes it is. Fill this fucker up," She sang, grabbing a plastic container what I realized was probably homemade margarita and filled it up herself.

"When is everyone getting here?" I asked, grabbing a new cup for myself out of the bag.

"They should have been here a half an hour ago, so I'd give it about ten minutes before people actually show up," Tara assumed before changing the subject, "Where did you get that top, I love it!"