Freshman year student Sierra Rachel Grant rooms with a junior in college and soon finds her life tangled with hers. As if spiraling into something she has no idea of isn't enough, secrets are suddenly being uncovered.
Proposals are being made and c...
Chapter song: In the name of love by Bebe Rexha and Martin Garrix _________________________________________________
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I stared at my reflection in the mirror for a minute. What did I see? I had my moments. There were days I saw my skin flawless. My eyes expressive. My mouth with a permanent tilt upward, an unshakable smile in place. And even though I was all smiles every other day, those were my truly happy moments. My Tyler moments.
I had days where I didn't see anything. I looked at my reflection and couldn't see myself. My eyes were hollow, guarded and secretive. Those were my numb moments. My pre Tyler moments.
Today, I just saw myself fighting. I had no idea if it was with myself or if it was with someone else. I was livid and yet I longed for something. Longed for that prick.
I was gonna punch his face in, repeatedly and then kiss all his bruises better. I was gonna knee him so hard in his balls, he'd curl over in pain and I'd watch him with great satisfaction. But then I'd take care of him later.
By what? Caressing his balls?
I jerked up in interest. Now that wouldn't be so bad, would it?
My stomach grumbled in response. I sighed and got up from my vanity to make some cereal for breakfast and head to campus.
Drawing closer to the kitchen, I heard someone running around. The smell of waffles wafted through the air. That was weird. McKenna never cooked. Unless...
I stepped into the kitchen and paused. "You're here."
Tyler swiftly turned and smiled. Guilt lingered in his eyes as he fidgeted, stuck on whether to step closer or not. "Good morning."
"Is it? What are you doing here?" My eyes darted to the counter where he had eggs, bacon, sausages, and what he usually brought us for breakfast sat. My stomach actually went crazy. That traitor.
"I brought breakfast. And I'm making waffles because I know you love them. Look, I even brought you grapes. And avocado but most of that is mine. I think there's strawberries too and-"
"Tyler." I called firmly, cutting him off. He slowly turned back to me and his lips tipped downward.
"I didn't like the way we left things yesterday. This is my way of apologizing." He had the nerve to look like a baby who was being denied sweets. My heart almost melted at the tiny pout on his lips.
"I'm good." I rejected, however had it was to spit the words out.
"You are? What you gon have for breakfast?" He asked with curiosity. And concern. I scowled.
"None of your business."
He nodded. "Look you're mad at me and that's okay. But at least have something. I already got them and I don't want them to go to waste." He reasoned.
