My Girlfriend's Ex (StudxStud)

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Beatrix

I convinced some buff ass dude to go around the party and tell everybody to get the fuck out. I couldn't see any of the people I had grown to call friends out. I kicked everyone out in my room without any help and locked myself in there, crying into my pillow as everything became clearer for me.

I do have feelings for her and the worst part is that I probably never liked Liberty- some part of me probably just liked the fact that she was in a position that I wasn't: with a peaceful, loving Vonna minus her obviously continuous problem with cheating.

I heard a knock at my door and buried my head deeper into my pillows. Maybe I could suffocate myself and avoid everything. Avoid my dealing, avoid my feelings, avoid my past.

"Beatrix."

My head snapped up, that familiar strike of fear zooming through my chest like a lightning bolt at the sound of Vonna's voice. I hadn't felt that familiar response in so long that it almost felt comforting somehow. I was disgusted with myself for still having feelings for my ex after what she did. For even feeling comfort in my own past pain for a millisecond.

But maybe Jeredine was right, and I can't help what my heart wants...even if my logic fights it-

"Beatrix."

"It's not really locked, I just put a chair there so whenever someone tries to turn it, it gets stuck," I froze as Vonna forcefully opened the door.

"Sorry. I didn't feel like getting up," I apologized softly. I was feeling relief...comfort in the old melody of what we had. Me apologizing for shit that wasn't my fault, feeling fear in her presence...I missed this shit. I loved her. That isn't what's supposed to happen. Maybe I'm sick too.

"I'm sorry," she sat on the edge of my bed. "I don't think I've ever given you a genuine apology for everything I did. I blamed you for the own pain I caused you. I made you insecure...I caused all of this, when in reality, there's some shit wrong with me."

"I don't want to hear this right now. Trust me, I'm confused as hell," I turned to my side, my back to her.

Everything felt like it was rushing at me. The feel of her hands on my body, the looks she'd send me across the room, the way I felt safe in her arms...until I didn't.

"It feels wrong. To want you still," I whispered.

"I don't think I really want Liberty either. I've been feeling the feeling fade over the past month. Not just because you've been stealing her from me," she nudged me almost playfully, "but because I think she was more of a rebound for me. From you."

"Do you think we would have stayed together without...everything else happening?"

"Truth is, even if I didn't abuse you, I probably would've gotten dumped from cheating. My self control is pretty ass," she rubbed her neck, chuckling.

"Me too," I agreed.

"I guess something more open would be better for me, hmm?"

"Where's Liberty?" I suddenly asked, sitting up and wiping at my face.

"No, not that open," Vonna joked about Liberty.

"Y'all two didn't..."

"It had to happen man," she sighed. "I couldn't keep stringing her along through my BS, and she wanted to stay in Aster Waters after high school anyways. I wanna become a new me and get the hell away from here. Ain't no point in knowing our relationship would only last one more school year. We both hate the idea of doing long distance, and I'm horrible at not cheating so without her with me..."

"You'd definitely cheat more and shit would go south quick," I finished for her.

"Yeah. I rather us end shit on softer terms than that. I agreed to a break with her, but tomorrow when we're all sober, Jeredine," Vonna rolled her eyes at the girl's name, "has arranged for all of the crew and me and you to have a big ass discussion."

"Lovely," I sniffed.

"I plan on breaking up with her tomorrow."

"I'm sorry," I repeated.

"Damn it, Beatrix. Stop apologizing. I hate when you do that," Vonna muttered. She leaned forward and brushed away one tear at a time. She was getting one at the corner of my eye as I stared down at my lap when we both heard a loud noise from the kitchen.

Both of our eyes widened as she fell into my face and our lips brushed. Old feelings quickly shook off their dust and regenerated inside of me. We stared into each other's eyes, our lips touching for a second longer before we pushed each other away.

"Yuck," I frowned, even though I felt everything the opposite of "yuck".

She didn't say anything, wiping at her mouth as we both headed downstairs to see what drunk probably toppled my fridge.

"A'livia?"

"No! Because fuck this!"

"Oh shit!" I screamed as I saw the kitchen catching on fire. "Water! We need water or a fire extinguisher!" Vonna shouted. The stove and fridge area was bright orange and red as the flames licked and locked towards the ceiling.

I ran towards the fire, flying down the stairs to get the fire extinguisher. A'livia screamed, her dress catching her on fire as she held the gasoline can from my garage.

Everyone was gone, there was no one else from the party to help.

I was having a hard time getting the fire extinguisher down, and I could feel the heat trying to get at me. It was spreading and hearing the screams of A'livia was crushing my soul.

"Ahhh!" I screamed, as I felt something extremely hot burn me. A'livia was grasping my arm, her skin melting as she begged me to save her.

"No!" Something heavy crashed into me as I heard a loud boom and crashed to the ground.

The house got eerily quiet minus the crackling of the fire. My ears rang as I felt the heavy thing move over me.

"B, are you okay?"

I peeled my eyes open, my ears slowly fading back to normal. "Yes," I whispered, then started coughing.

"We have to get out. Your house is done for and the fire caused a gas leak, I believe," Vonna stated.

She pulled me up, smoke filling the house as we moved towards the front door. The fire suddenly leaped, the change of wind direction coming from my exposed roof above, barring us from leaving.

"Backdoor!" Vonna shouted.

My leg hurt like hell, but I was sure it wasn't broken or anything. We stumbled towards my back door and got out just as I felt the house starting to shake.

"Run!" Vonna screamed, as we ran across my back yard, hand in hand, as the house exploded.

We fell at the edge of the yard, watching as my house erupted into flames. "The alcohol probably didn't help the fire," Vonna huffed.

"Everything I've worked for...is gone," I sobbed, Vonna pulling me against her as we stared at my blazing house.