Chapter 14

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            Jeremy’s POV:

            I was pacing back and forth, trying to prepare what to say, but found nothing. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. “Come in.” I raised my voice. The knob turned, and Dott came in, unable to look me in the face. “Dottie,” I began, walking towards her, till I saw what she had on. She was wearing baggy pants, and a big sweatshirt. A Jack wills sweatshirt. Sebastian’s sweatshirt. “Dottie, what… what are you wear-” just the Sebastian came in behind her, and was in the middle of saying, “Sorry I had to lock the car,” but then he locked eyes with me, and his breath hitched. I looked at him, then her. My eyes becoming red, I looked at Dott in awe, wondering why she would do this to me; bring him with her. Even if they were together, which I’m sure they are, but why bring him along to dangle in my face? “Oh, um,” I bit my lip that was beginning to tremble, and looked down, “I didn’t, uhh, I didn’t know you were coming.”

Refusing to look at him. He said nothing, he just put his hand on her back thinking I wouldn’t see, but I did. “Is he going to be here when we-” she cut me off, “No, he’s going upstairs.” I furrowed my eyebrows, and said, “Upstairs?” she cleared her throat, and said, “To get some of my things…” I looked down and said, “Oh.” While fidgeting with my hands. “Any last minute thing you thought of?” Sebastian asked quietly in her ear before walking back. Her eyes closed for a moment as his breath obviously hit her ear. She shook her head, taking a breath from her lack of air. Knowing she couldn’t see, he glared at me, making it certain that he did that to her purposely in front of me, to show his affects on her, and how effortless it was for him. I clenched my jaw tight as he walked up the stairs. “So what do you have to say Jeremy?” she looked at me, still obviously mad with her hand s on her hips.

            Michael’s POV:

            “Well what am I supposed to do??” I asked annoyed with the fact she even called me. I didn’t know we had a thing, I thought we just had sex. The fact she was intimate with Jeremy as well didn’t bother me, I could give damn about what that shit did with his spare time. I’m glad Dottie never slept with him. The only person she was losing anything to was going to be me, and I was going to make sure of it. Miranda went on and on crying, begging to let her come into town and work this out, but I immediately protested at the idea, “No no no, you are NOT coming here. Dottie is like 5 miles away, and I don’t want anyone finding out about this, got it??” She just continued crying, begging, and I just ignored her. “One day this is going to bit you in the ass Mike!” she yelled, still crying, “One day you’re gona pay for the way you treat women; for the way you treat me.” I groaned and said, “Whatever you say. I’m doing fine. It’s you that has the problem right now.” She went on yelling at me, and eventually, I just hung up on her. She’s a drama queen.

Dottie’s POV:

“I’m sorry Dottie.” He said looking in my eyes for the first time since I threw him out. “Sorry?! You’re sorry?!” I yelled. “Dott, please, don’t yell,” I cut him off and said, “YOU don’t get to call me Dott!!” I almost screamed. Sebastian is the only one who could call me Dott. Not even my own mother can call me Dott. He shuddered at how soul ripping that yell was. Hell, even I got goose bumps. “Dottie, let be civil about this.” I snarled at him and said, “You aren’t allowed to determine what is civil here, okay? Is civil going to another state to plow some bitch while I sat at home, missing my so called, faithful boyfriend?” He looked down. “Hmm? Would you call that civil Jeremy?” he looked up with sorrowful eyes; the one that used to make me forgive him on the spot. “Dottie,” he began to walk to me, but I stepped back. His eyes growing even more red than before, “I didn’t mean to-” I cut him off yet another time, “Didn’t mean to have sex with her? How many times?” he swallowed hard, “That’s not the point.” I took two intimidating steps, and said,

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