Closer

11

It's been three days since I've been back and Robert and I haven't exchanged a single word. I would hardly go down and usually cook myself when made sure he isn't no where.
Until the day when suddenly barged in my room.
"You did it, didn't you?" He asked .
I pursed my lips and he shook his head .
"Ok" he says , "do you have anything to say?"
"I have no excuses Robert" I shrug,"I wasn't drunk. I did it because ......I don't know..."
"You wanted to?" He asked.
"Yes" I admit .
"Wow" he sighs and walks out my bedroom.
When my door opened again, "maybe you should leave, look for another place" and closed the door behind him.
I sat there pondering over and over. For 19 years I was dying to get laid and wgen I do , I mess it up. I felt guilty and disgusted by myself.
I wanted to apologize to him but being forgiven would made me feel like a jerk.
So I began hunting an apartment in the homesearch site.

All my stuff had been moved and I stood in front of Robert's door. Suddenly anger taking over. I knocked and he opened the door .
"Your keys" I said and he took them from my hands.
I began to walk away when I turned around .
"Even though it's not going to fix everything" I said, "I'm sorry "
He folded his hands on his chest.
"And I'm nineteen years old you know" I say,  "yeah I messed up! But you?"
His expression changed to confused ,"I am the jerk here, no doubt!  But you? Underestimated me and mocked me for not dating guys my age and being a Virgin."
"So that's your justification?"
"No, I said I am the jerk! But you are the bigger one." I said and walked out tears rolling down my cheeks.
It was my first ever relationship but it ended up pretty messed up.

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