Layla Webster
"I'll see you later, Layla." He says, I smile weakly at him and slide on my shoes. He's such a waste of my time, but sometimes you have to settle with what you get.
"Yeah, till next time, Alex."
As I step out his door, I am met by the foul smell of the apartment complex hallway. During moments like these I begin to wonder why I even keep coming back here, but as I look back at his apartment door, I remember the feeling I felt when he first opened the door for me and gave me a big smile. No one has ever looked at me like that.
Ever since that day I've been addicted to him. I could never see myself being with anyone else but him even if we were nothing more than a stupid situationship, he was so sweet and the memories, god, the memories.
I could hear the door lock, as I was caught in a distant memory of him.
I roll my eyes and walk towards the stairs. As I walk up the familiar stairs, my brain begins to flood with even more distant memories.
There's so many nights I've spent walking down these stairs that I should've just stayed home.
Even more nights spent with my hands interlocked with his hearing our soft giggles echo throughout the hallway almost being able to hear our hearts racing with excitement as Alex and I walked down them together.
I roll my eyes thinking about those memories.
Once I make my way up the stairs I walk out the entrance, making my way towards my car, unlocking it, then making myself comfortable in the drivers seat. Once I make myself comfortable I pull down the mirror to look at myself, sighing at what I saw looking back at me.
My winged eyeliner was smeared across my face, my black wavy hair was all over the place, my lips were chapped and red, and most of the necklaces that I had on last night are in my pockets.
As I start my car, I continue to look at myself. I sigh once again, closing the mirror then turning on the radio.
'Now playing, I Want to Know What Love Is by Foreigner'
"Jesus Christ." I immediately switch the station.
'Now playing, Never Tear Us Apart by INXS'
"If you want me to drive off a cliff just say that."
I turn off the radio.
I wouldn't particularly say I don't believe in love but I also wouldn't say that I do believe in love, I mean what kind of person would believe they're lovable after spending the night with, him.
In the beginning I would leave his house smiling, blasting love songs, windows open, feeling on top of the world almost like nothing could stop me from feeling so good.
Clearly, that feeling isn't there anymore.
It was my birthday though, my twenty first birthday actually. I didn't want to be alone last night so I somehow ended up here. I always end up here.
I've known Alex since I was nineteen. Alex was my first, well my first, everything.
In the beginning he was the sweetest guy I've ever met, I guess you could even say that I fell for him. I thought he felt the same, even during a few drunken nights together I still do believe he does.
Though, once the alcohol wears off I'm reminded that I'm just delusional.
As I begin to pull out of the driveway I couldn't help but look at the trees lightly changing colors. Having a birthday during autumn was truly special, but as special as it was I was never to fond of my birthday. Today was different. I'm Twenty-One. The legal drinking age.
