Once

Chapter 17

I woke up feeling well rested, and in the arms of Luke. I roll over to check his clock by his bed. 4:30 already?

I carefully climb out of bed, doing my best not to wake Luke. I wander into the living room and sit down on the couch. I look around the simple, yet cozy room. My eyes stop on a notebook. It appears to be a journal of Luke's or something.

My curiosity gets the best of me and I walk to open it. Just as I begin to read, an angry voice stops me.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

I am frozen and unable to respond. "I was just, I...um..." I struggle to find an answer because truthfully, I don't have a reason for going through his personal items.

"You what Kylie? You what?" He interrogates. I feel hot tears welling in my eyes but I fight hard to push them back. "Get out" he demands.

"Wh-what?" I stutter. I pray that I didn't hear him correctly.

"Leave." He points to the door.

I stand there, unable to move. How did we go from cuddling and napping together to this? He is so hard to understand sometimes. "I'm sorry, okay? I promise I won't go through any of your things without permission again."

"Like that changes anything. Go."

"I can't believe you" I huff.

"What? Do you want me to fucking spell it out for you? I don't want you here. This was a stupid mistake. Now get out of my sight." He yells. And with that, he turns his muscular back to me.

I bite my lip in both fury and to prevent myself from crying. I grab my purse and get the hell out of his apartment, just like he wanted.

He doesn't want me. I was so stupid to believe that someone could actually like me. I feel the hit years threaten again and this time I welcome them. I grab my phone to put on my sad song playlist, just to add to the sorrow I'm feeling.

I can't believe I was so quick to believe all of that bullshit he fed me about me making him want to believe in love again. What an asshole, I can't believe he played me like that. I was actually starting to think he was a decent guy.

By the time I get to my car I am a full-on, sobbing mess. I drive around for a little while until the tears stop, and to clear my mind a bit.

It's late afternoon by the time I pull into the parking lot for the dorms. I sniffle as I open the door to my dorm, and stop in my tracks as I take in the scene in front of me.

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