When Reality Comes Knocking | Book One ✔

Chapter Seven

It was Valentine's Day and Alissa hadn't spoken to Marc since she broke the news to him two weeks ago that she was a cheater.

Were they even still together?

She did find her ring, though. It was at the club.

Right now it was sitting in its box in her underwear drawer. She didn't deserve to wear it.

She only went to her statistics class today. She remembered when Marc surprised her with a lunch date, waiting by her car a couple of weeks ago when she had gotten out of class. She missed him so much.

As she laid on top of her covers, she tried not to think of how lonely she was. Especially on this day.

Last year, Marc gave her a bouquet of red roses. He told her that he'd love her until the last rose died. She lifted her head toward her cream wooden dresser. There remained a single red rose from last year, still in the same vase. It was fake; she knew it was. That's why it was a stupid, cheesy cliché that she adored.

She wondered if he still loved her.

There was a knock on her door.

"Hey, Alissa? Katie and I are going out, but I'm coming back tonight," Catherine spoke through the door.

Alissa heard her walk down the stairs and mumble something to who she assumed was Will, then the front door opened and closed.

Now, she really was all alone. She deserved to be alone.

She had no one to spend Valentine's Day with. Not that it mattered, she guessed. It was just a dumb holiday.

She laid her head back down on the bed and cringed at the memory of Diego.

Why did she do it? What was it that made Diego so enticing? Sure, he was sexy, but so was Marc. Sure, he was a good dancer, but did that justify her disloyalty?

Absolutely not! Marc was her first... for everything.