The Life of a Princess

Chapter 25 - Forgiveness & Love

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One week.

It had been one week, three days and two hours since I last spoke to Hunter. My chest was in a constant ache while my body was silently whimpering for his touch. It was horrible, not being able to shake the heavy weights of my shoulders. I missed him. God, did I miss him! Why? I asked myself. Why did I have to like the one guy with the too troublesome past? My life was a fucking cliché love story at the moment.

I wanted to stay with him – be with him – and I didn't think I would make it out this semester without that damn guy. Because it's one thing being thrown away from your home, but it's another to be thrown into someone else's big and tangled mess. I would have to give up on the truth, but should I have given up on Hunter? I have never wanted an on and off relationship, but maybe we are worth it?

Yeah, right.

I shushed my sub-conscious, slamming my locker shut. Maybe our relationship needed some adjustments from both sides. He had to adjust being with me instead of Candice, maybe I could adjust with his ways.

I turned my head to him rustling through his locker, and I took a deep breath.

"Hunter?"

Bang.

"Ow, shit." He pulled out his head, rubbing the back of it with the heel of his hand. I pursed my lips to refrain from smiling. "Brianna?" He looked at me quizzically, blinking as if to see if I was really there. "Why are you here?"

I scoffed at him and pointed to my locker, "My locker is right there you know."

He chuckled awkwardly as I went on to what I was going to say.

"I was going to ask you about something," I said. He stared at me and popped an eyebrow. "About what I found."

His smile instantly disappeared together with the light air that was previously there.

"Brianna," he murmured, silently begging me to not push the matter. I continued, nevertheless.

"I can get used to the fac-"

"No, Brianna," he interrupted. "I don't even know why I pursued our relationship when I was keeping such a secret from you." I balked and blinked at him.

"You don't know why?" I couldn't push down the feeling of hurt building in my stomach.

"Fuck, no, I didn't mean it like that!" I raised an eyebrow, but regained my composure.

"You didn't let me finish, though," I remarked, my voice a little more irritated. "I wanna' try it."

This time he was the one balking and blinking. I just stood still and met his eyes.

Then he exploded.

"NO!" he protested. "Never in a million years are you trying out drugs!"

"But-"

"End of discussion!" I tried to pick myself up again, but he was slamming his locker and shouting a bye before I could even bend down to reach me.

And so we were over.

For good?

**

My bed didn't seem soft anymore. My lamp didn't seem bright anymore. My room didn't seem like a safe place anymore. Nothing was anymore. Everything wasn't. This was worse than hangovers, a couple of painkillers wouldn't help.

But you know what they say. Suck it up. Rub some dirt on it. Be strong. Don't cry. Glaze over it with lies and pretend it never happened.

Easier said than done, though.