LILLY'S POV - THE SAME NIGHT
I opened the door to see Eli and Marissa up against the wall, making out. "What are you guys doing?!" I scream as I swing the door closed behind me. Eli's eyes widen as he looks over to me. "It's not what it looks like!" He says.
Marissa looks back at him in confusion, she looks hurt. "It looks like to me, that you two were about to fuck!" I yell. "No! Of course not, Lilly." He replies. "This isn't happening... oh my god. How long has this been going on?!" I pause. "Marissa. I can't believe you would do this to me. I will never forgive you." I say.
"Lilly, Wai—" I hear Marissa say after I slam the door shut and leave. I'll get my stuff another time. I go back to car and just breathe. I stayed in my car for about 20 minutes. Then, I heard a sound.
*Knock *Knock *Knock
I look over and see Eli. Ugh. I roll my window down. "Lilly, I'm so sorry. We just got caught up in the moment." He says. "What stupid moment would make you act on something like this?!" I ask, loudly.
"You have every right to be angry at us. I'm so sorry." He says. "No, I'm sorry for thinking you were still a sweet boy, not a guy who hooks up with his ex's best friend. I mean who thinks that's—"
Once again, I'm interrupted by Eli kissing me. I sit still, letting it happen. He pulled away slowly and rubbed my cheek. "I love you." He says. "I do too, but you know I can't, Eli." I say. "Please." He begs.
I slowly shake my head and he steps away. I roll my window up and drive away. I get back to Cameron's apartment and open the door.
He's laying on the couch, asleep. I lay down with him and he barely wakes up, only to hold me closer.
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The Forgotten Ballerina
Romancefor·get /fərˈɡet/ verb put out of one's mind; cease to think of or consider. Lilly is a quiet and shy ballerina in the competitive state of New York. She is struggling to speak up for herself, and embrace her dancing. Even though she dances wit...
