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7.Marco

I smell her before I can see her, her scent is intoxicating. I try to literally plug my nose because I can't handle it, I can't let it bring memories that I don't need. 

"Marco?" her voice is soft, delicate with a hint of longing in it. I turn around slowly, not as many people in the hallway now to give me an excuse to run. Run away from her. Leslie.

Meeting her eyes breaks me, and as much as I feel like dying, I want to know. I want to know why she left me after those years we spent together when I thought she was the only woman I could ever want in my life. Until Lucia came along. 

My mind drifts to Lucia for a second and I almost feel guilty for not telling her, but i'm not ready. "Marco let me-" 

"No" I say coldly. She frowns, her arms falling to her sides. "Yes" she says firmly. "What are you doing here Leslie?" I ask with indifference in my tone. 

"I came...to study obviously. But...I really need to talk to you" she visibly looks around nervously, not meeting my eyes. 

"What the fuck could we talk about? There's nothing that I would talk about with you" I spit. She flinches, holding her palms up in surrender. "I deserve that" she speaks quietly. My eyes soften as I stare at her for a second, the girl I loved for the first time in my life 4 years ago.

"Look.I don't want to talk to you about why we ended, or why you should feel like a shitty person for-f-for leaving and I-" I take a deep breath. "I don't know okay?"

She nods slowly. "Is it because your having an affair with that girl Lucia?" the questions throws me so off guard that I feel my heart stutter in my chest. "Leslie what?"

"Oh please. Rebecca invited her to hangout yesterday at the mall and she was all flustered while talking about you" she sighs dramatically, a bored expression on her face. Seeing her like this reminds me of why I didn't fight for our relationship longer, she showed me bits of the person she is that I didn't like.

"Lucia and I aren't like that" I say firmly. A tiny gasp comes from behind me and I freeze. I turn around slowly to see Lucia running down the hall in the opposite direction. "Fuck!" I anxiously clutch the back of my neck  turning back towards Leslie. 

"She heard that?" I question. She nods and I can tell that she's trying to hide a smile. 

"You disgust me sometimes" I spit out. Her face drops and her eyes water. It was a horrible thing to say, but I give to shits. I grip my bag and whip around chasing after her. I really didn't mean it like that. How can I explain to her I meant to tell Leslie she was more than just 'an affair?' that she was the girl I liked so much my heart burst with happiness every time I saw her and that I was obsessed with her lips and everything about her?

I spot her in the corner of the hallway, hurriedly searching for something in her bag. I approach her making her turn around aggressively. "Well hello" she says with a tight tone that bothers the fuck out of me.

I notice her hair, how she dyed it a dirty blonde.He blood flushed right out of my face and all the way to my groin but I shake my head. It's not the time.

Her eyebrows are a bit thinned, her lips look so plump and pink I just want to kiss her pout away.

"You heard that?" I ask. She nods a tight smile on her face. "But it's okay-you and I aren't like that" her face twists as she says those words as if there's something forcing her to say it. I hate the way she threw my own words at me. 

"No it wasn't like that" I explain. 

"You have an ex. Who you didn't tell me about. I mean it's not bad. I don't care! We're simply friends right?" her lip quivers and I release an exhausted breath. All this shit and it's twelve in the afternoon?
God I hate seeing her mad. Or upset. Or anything that didn't involve me making her grin in that way that fucking destroys me in the best way.