I was broken. Completely shattered. My world was fragile and off balance, and he walked away. How could I ever have fallen for him? I was too easily led on. Maybe he did this to girls every single year. And I thought the thought I was the player. He was the worst of them all, I concluded, for that explained why he'd be with a girl like Mallory. I'll show him! I can't let him win!
Dan's P.O.V
After I closed that door, I wanted to fling it back open and scoop up Skylar in my arms. I hated myself. Why was I so stupid? I only hurt her. ' It was necessary, Dan' I kept telling myself. I couldn't go back to London without her. I had to stop us before we started. If she loved me,things would be different. We could be together... . 'No!' I told myself we couldn't be together. She would never love me, the monster I am. If she did love me before, well, I just blew my chances. She would've been my perfect match. The hardest thing in my life was stopping her, closing that door, saying those words that I knew would sting. I tried to hold back my emotions. My mind wandered to the thought of if she would be at the party tonight. If I had to smell that tropical scent in her hair, feel her soft skin, see her bubblegum pink lips... I had to stop. Life will go on without her. I continued to tell myself that and various other lies.
Skylar's P.O.V
I spent all day getting ready. There were plenty of other guys. 'None of them are Dan' my heart kept whispering to me. "I know!" I'd yell back. "I don't care! Who cares about Dan?" 'You do' my heart would reply. I pretended the answer wasn't true. I refused to listen to it. My heart was broken and like a broken record it replayed those messages over and over again. "I won't listen! I won't" I wanted to scream. I drowned out my thoughts with music, but continuing to be very cautious to avoid songs that might remind me of Dan. So I strayed from songs by Imagine Dragons and Bruno Mars. I couldn't think of him. I didn't want to remember his arms around my waist, or Phil opening the elevator on us. He was gone now, so why fuss over him? After waiting and getting ready in my room for seven long hours I headed down to the after party. I was wearing the same thing as before but I had redone my make-up. I stepped into the elevator and the silver panels began to slide closed when, all of a sudden, a hand shot through, making the doors retreat. My heart filled with burning anger, white hot hope, and bitter sadness. He gave me a weak smile. How dare Dan smile at me? I glared back, tossing my glossy hair to the side.
"This elevator is occupied." I said coldly.
"Skylar, there is no one in here but you," Dan replied.
"Exactly. There is no room for you." I said with an air of finality.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot about the space your big head and ego take up!" He shot back. That hurt. What was his problem.
"Very mature Dan. I'm sorry but I have a party to get to." I quietly replied as my finger hit the close door button. I was holding back tears the entire way down. He treated me like I was his girlfriend and now I'm some piece of crap. My purple Vans make a hollow noise against the white tile. Hollow like me. Hollow like my heart.
